text_original: "Poor people always think they must have things fine, I suppose," said Antoinette. "I wonder what sort of shoes she has, to go with the stockings?" The blood flushed to Rotha's face; and irritation pricked her to retort sharply; yet she did not wish to speak Mr. Digby's name again. She hesitated.
text_transcription: POOR PEOPLE ALWAYS THINK THEY MUST HAVE THINGS FINE I SUPPOSE SAID ANTOINETTE I WONDER WHAT SORT OF SHOES SHE HAS TO GO WITH THE STOCKINGS THE BLOOD FLUSHED TO ROTHA'S FACE AN IRRITATION PRICKED HER TO RETORT SHARPLY YET SHE DID NOT WISH TO SPEAK MISTER DIGBY'S NAME AGAIN SHE HESITATED
phonemes: "pˈʊɹ pˈiːpəl ˈɔːlweɪz θˈɪŋk ðeɪ mˈʌstɐv θˈɪŋz fˈaɪn, aɪ səpˈoʊz," sˈɛd ˌæntɔɪnˈɛt. "aɪ wˈʌndɚ wʌt sˈɔːɹt ʌv ʃˈuːz ʃiː hˈæz, tə ɡˌoʊ wɪððə stˈɑːkɪŋz?" ðə blˈʌd flˈʌʃt tə ɹˈɑːθəz fˈeɪs; ænd ˌɪɹɪtˈeɪʃən pɹˈɪkt hɜː tə ɹᵻtˈɔːɹt ʃˈɑːɹpli; jˈɛt ʃiː dɪdnˌɑːt wˈɪʃ tə spˈiːk mˈɪstɚ. dˈɪɡbiz nˈeɪm ɐɡˈɛn. ʃiː hˈɛzᵻtˌeɪɾᵻd.