text_original: Rotha's face flamed, with mingled indignation and shame; she deigned no answer. "She doesn't speak, mamma," said Antoinette mischievously. "You may depend, that's the plan. Rotha and Mr. Southwode! I declare, that's too good! So that's the arrangement!"
text_transcription: ROTHER'S FACE FLAMED WITH MINGLED INDIGNATION AND SHAME SHE DEIGNED NO ANSWER SAID ANTOINETTE MISCHIEVOUSLY YOU MAY DEPEND THAT'S THE PLAN FROTHER AND MISTER SOUTHWARD I DECLARE THAT'S TOO GOOD SO THAT'S THE ARRANGEMENT
phonemes: ɹˈɑːθəz fˈeɪs flˈeɪmd, wɪð mˈɪŋɡəld ɪndɪɡnˈeɪʃən ænd ʃˈeɪm; ʃiː dˈeɪnd nˈoʊ ˈænsɚ. "ʃiː dˈʌzənt spˈiːk, mˈæmə," sˈɛd ˌæntɔɪnˈɛt mˈɪstʃɪvəsli. "juː mˈeɪ dᵻpˈɛnd, ðæts ðə plˈæn. ɹˈɑːθə ænd mˈɪstɚ. sˈaʊθwoʊd! aɪ dᵻklˈɛɹ, ðæts tˈuː ɡˈʊd! sˌoʊ ðæts ðɪ ɚɹˈeɪndʒmənt!"