text_original: Kate heaved a sigh before she answered; she had been saying her prayers. "I don't know, you brave Dickory," she answered, "but it seems to me that you can't see to take me anywhere. Everything is just as black as pitch, one way or another."
text_transcription: KATE HEAVED A SIGH BEFORE SHE ANSWERED SHE HAD BEEN SAYING HER PRAYERS I DON'T KNOW YOU BRAVE DICKERY SHE ANSWERED BUT IT SEEMS TO ME THAT YOU CAN'T SEE TO TAKE ME ANYWHERE EVERYTHING IS JUST AS BLACK AS PITCH ONE WAY OR ANOTHER
phonemes: kˈeɪt hˈiːvd ɐ sˈaɪ bᵻfˌɔːɹ ʃiː ˈænsɚd; ʃiː hɐdbɪn sˈeɪɪŋ hɜː pɹˈɛɹz. "aɪ dˈoʊnt nˈoʊ, juː bɹˈeɪv dˈɪkɚɹi," ʃiː ˈænsɚd, "bˌʌt ɪt sˈiːmz tə mˌiː ðæt juː kˈænt sˈiː tə tˈeɪk mˌiː ˈɛnɪwˌɛɹ. ˈɛvɹɪθˌɪŋ ɪz dʒˈʌst æz blˈæk æz pˈɪtʃ, wˈʌn wˈeɪ ɔːɹ ɐnˈʌðɚ."