text_original: Could she not be good and keep the peace, this one day? She had purposed to be very good, and calm, like Mr. Digby; and now already she felt as if a bunch of nettles had been drawn all over her. What an unmanageable thing was this temper of hers. She went down stairs slowly and lingeringly. The two looked at her again as she entered the room; now that her cloak was off, the new dress came into view.
text_transcription: COULD SHE NOT BE GOOD AND KEEP THE PEACE THIS ONE DAY SHE HAD PROPOSED TO BE VERY GOOD AND CALM LIKE MISTER DIGBY AND NOW ALREADY SHE FELT AS IF A BUNCH OF NETTLES HAD BEEN DRAWN ALL OVER HER WHAT AN UNMANAGEABLE THING WAS THIS TEMPER OF HERS SHE WENT DOWNSTAIRS SLOWLY AND LINGERINGLY THE TWO OF THEM LOOKED AT HER AGAIN AS SHE ENTERED THE ROOM NOW THAT HER CLOAK WAS OFF THE NEW DRESS CAME INTO VIEW
phonemes: kʊd ʃiː nˌɑːt biː ɡˈʊd ænd kˈiːp ðə pˈiːs, ðˈɪswˌʌn dˈeɪ? ʃiː hæd pˈɜːpəst təbi vˈɛɹi ɡˈʊd, ænd kˈɑːm, lˈaɪk mˈɪstɚ. dˈɪɡbi; ænd nˈaʊ ɔːlɹˌɛdi ʃiː fˈɛlt æz ɪf ɐ bˈʌntʃ ʌv nˈɛɾəlz hɐdbɪn dɹˈɔːn ˈɔːl ˈoʊvɚ hɜː. wˌʌt ɐn ʌnmˈænɪdʒəbəl θˈɪŋ wʌz ðɪs tˈɛmpɚɹ ʌv hˈɜːz. ʃiː wɛnt dˌaʊn stˈɛɹz slˈoʊli ænd lˈɪŋɡɚɹɪŋli. ðə tˈuː lˈʊkt æt hɜːɹ ɐɡˈɛn æz ʃiː ˈɛntɚd ðə ɹˈuːm; nˈaʊ ðæt hɜː klˈoʊk wʌz ˈɔf, ðə nˈuː dɹˈɛs kˈeɪm ˌɪntʊ vjˈuː.