text_original: "Then I will be here at eleven. Good bye!" He gave her his hand, looked at her a little steadily, but Rotha could not tell what he was thinking of; then as he let go her hand he lifted his hat and turned away.
text_transcription: THEN I WILL BE HERE AT ELEVEN GOOD BY HE GAVE HER HIS HAND LOOKED AT HER A LITTLE STEADILY BUT ROTHA COULD NOT TELL WHAT HE WAS THINKING OF THEN AS HE LET GO HER HAND HE LIFTED HIS HAT AND TURNED AWAY
phonemes: "ðˈɛn aɪ wɪl biː hˈɪɹ æɾ ᵻlˈɛvən. ɡˈʊd bˈaɪ!" hiː ɡˈeɪv hɜː hɪz hˈænd, lˈʊkt æt hɜːɹ ɐ lˈɪɾəl stˈɛdili, bˌʌt ɹˈɑːθə kʊd nˌɑːt tˈɛl wʌt hiː wʌz θˈɪŋkɪŋ ʌv; ðˈɛn æz hiː lˈɛt ɡˌoʊ hɜː hˈænd hiː lˈɪftᵻd hɪz hˈæt ænd tˈɜːnd ɐwˈeɪ.