text_original: "I do not know what they are," said Rotha, striving to hold in her wrath, "but they are not my mother's nonsense, nor mine."
text_transcription: I DO NOT KNOW WHAT THEY ARE SAID ROTHER STRIVING TO HOLD IN HER WRATH BUT THEY ARE NOT MY MOTHER'S NONSENSE NOR MINE
phonemes: "aɪ duːnˌɑːt nˈoʊ wˈʌt ðeɪ ɑːɹ," sˈɛd ɹˈɑːθə, stɹˈaɪvɪŋ tə hˈoʊld ɪn hɜː ɹˈæθ, "bˌʌt ðeɪ ɑːɹ nˌɑːt maɪ mˈʌðɚz nˈɑːnsəns, nˈɔːɹ mˈaɪn."