text_original: " Like the Romney picture of my father, " said Miss Mamey, rather sharply. She drew herself up eagerly on her pillows, and the gloved hand OF GROSVENOR SQUARE 19 that settled the pink bow of her night cap, trembled nervously. "How very extraordinary!
text_transcription: LIKE THE ROMNEY PICTURE OF MY FATHER SAID MISS MARNEY RATHER SHARPLY SHE DREW HERSELF UP EAGERLY ON HER PILLOWS AND THE GLOVED HAND THAT SETTLED THE PINK BOW OF HER NIGHTCAP TREMBLED NERVOUSLY HOW VERY EXTRAORDINARY
phonemes: " lˈaɪk ðə ɹˈɑːmni pˈɪktʃɚɹ ʌv maɪ fˈɑːðɚ, " sˈɛd mˈɪs mˈeɪmi, ɹˈæðɚ ʃˈɑːɹpli. ʃiː dɹˈuː hɜːsˈɛlf ˌʌp ˈiːɡɚli ˌɔn hɜː pˈɪloʊz, ænd ðə ɡlˈʌvd hˈænd ʌv ɡɹˈoʊvənɚ skwˈɛɹ nˈaɪntiːn ðæt sˈɛɾəld ðə pˈɪŋk bˈoʊ ʌv hɜː nˈaɪt kˈæp, tɹˈɛmbəld nˈɜːvəsli. "hˌaʊ vˈɛɹi ɛkstɹˈɔːɹdɪnˌɛɹi!