text_original: "Rotha!" exclaimed Antoinette; and a cloudy shadow of displeasure and suspicion forthwith fell over her face; not tinder such good control as her mother's. "A little girl! She was not so very little." "What sort of a girl has she turned out to be?"
text_transcription: ROTHA EXCLAIMED ANTOINETTE AND A CLOUDY SHADOW OF DISPLEASURE AND SUSPICION FORTHWITH FELL OVER HER FACE NOT UNDER SUCH GOOD CONTROL AS HER MOTHER'S A LITTLE GIRL SHE WAS NOT SO VERY LITTLE WHAT SORT OF A GIRL HAS SHE TURNED OUT TO BE
phonemes: "ɹˈɑːθə!" ɛksklˈeɪmd ˌæntɔɪnˈɛt; ænd ɐ klˈaʊdi ʃˈædoʊ ʌv dɪsplˈɛʒɚ ænd səspˈɪʃən fˈɔːɹθwɪθ fˈɛl ˌoʊvɚ hɜː fˈeɪs; nˌɑːt tˈɪndɚ sˈʌtʃ ɡˈʊd kəntɹˈoʊl æz hɜː mˈʌðɚz. "ɐ lˈɪɾəl ɡˈɜːl! ʃiː wʌz nˌɑːt sˌoʊ vˈɛɹi lˈɪɾəl." "wˌʌt sˈɔːɹt əvə ɡˈɜːl hɐz ʃiː tˈɜːnd ˈaʊt tə bˈiː?"