text_original: "Do you take your meals with these people?" Rotha nodded. "And in their kitchen. It is the only place." "But they are not  What are they?" "Not what you would call refined persons," said Rotha, while again the laugh of amusement and pleasure in her eyes shone through an iris of sudden tears. "No  they have been kind to me, though, in their way."
text_transcription: DO TAKE YOUR MEALS WITH THESE PEOPLE ROTHA NODDED AND IN THEIR KITCHEN IT IS THE ONLY PLACE BUT THEY ARE NOT WHAT ARE THEY NOT WHAT YOU WOULD CALL REFINED PERSONS SAID ROTHA WHILE AGAIN THE LAUGH OF AMUSEMENT AND PLEASURE IN HER EYES SHONE THROUGH AN HOIOS OF SUDDEN TEARS NO THEY HAVE BEEN KIND TO ME THOUGH IN THEIR WAY
phonemes: "dˈuː juː tˈeɪk jʊɹ mˈiːlz wɪð ðiːz pˈiːpəl?" ɹˈɑːθə nˈɑːdᵻd. "ænd ɪn ðɛɹ kˈɪtʃən. ɪɾ ɪz ðɪ ˈoʊnli plˈeɪs." "bˌʌt ðeɪ ɑːɹ nˌɑːt wˈʌt ɑːɹ ðeɪ?" "nˌɑːt wʌt juː wʊd kˈɔːl ɹᵻfˈaɪnd pˈɜːsənz," sˈɛd ɹˈɑːθə, wˌaɪl ɐɡˈɛn ðə lˈæf ʌv ɐmjˈuːzmənt ænd plˈɛʒɚɹ ɪn hɜːɹ ˈaɪz ʃˈɑːn θɹuː ɐn ˈaɪɹɪs ʌv sˈʌdən tˈɪɹz. "nˈoʊ ðeɪ hɐvbɪn kˈaɪnd tə mˌiː, ðˌoʊ, ɪn ðɛɹ wˈeɪ."