text_original: "Perhaps you will let me come in." And while Rotha remained in stupid bewilderment and uncertainty of everything except the identity of the person before her, he laid hold of the latch of the gate and made his own words good; Rotha giving way just enough to allow of it. I think the new comer was a little uncertain as well; nevertheless he was not the sort of man to shew uncertainty.
text_transcription: PERHAPS YOU WILL LET ME COME IN AND WHILE ROTHA REMAINED IN STUPID BEWILDERMENT AND UNCERTAINTY OF EVERYTHING EXCEPT THE IDENTITY OF THE PERSON BEFORE HER HE LAID HOLD OF THE LATCH OF THE GATE AND MADE HIS OWN WORDS GOOD ROTHA GIVING WAY JUST ENOUGH TO ALLOW OF IT I THINK THE NEW COMER WAS A LITTLE UNCERTAIN AS WELL NEVERTHELESS HE WAS NOT THE SORT OF MAN TO SHOW UNCERTAINTY
phonemes: "pɚhˈæps juː wɪl lˈɛt mˌiː kˈʌm ˈɪn." ænd wˌaɪl ɹˈɑːθɚ ɹᵻmˈeɪnd ɪn stˈuːpɪd bᵻwˈɪldɚmənt ænd ʌnsˈɜːtənti ʌv ˈɛvɹɪθˌɪŋ ɛksˈɛpt ðɪ aɪdˈɛntᵻɾi ʌvðə pˈɜːsən bᵻfˈɔːɹ hɜː, hiː lˈeɪd hˈoʊld ʌvðə lˈætʃ ʌvðə ɡˈeɪt ænd mˌeɪd hɪz ˈoʊn wˈɜːdz ɡˈʊd; ɹˈɑːθə ɡˈɪvɪŋ wˈeɪ dʒˈʌst ɪnˈʌf tʊ ɐlˈaʊ ʌv ɪt. aɪ θˈɪŋk ðə nˈuː kˈʌmɚ wʌzɐ lˈɪɾəl ʌnsˈɜːʔn̩ æz wˈɛl; nˌɛvɚðəlˈɛs hiː wʌz nˌɑːt ðə sˈɔːɹt ʌv mˈæn tə ʃˈoʊ ʌnsˈɜːtənti.