text_original: "_That_ must be as my wife pleases," said Mr. Southwode with a smile. Poor Rotha passed both hands hastily over her face, as if she would wipe away the heat and the colour; then letting them fall, turned her face full to the last speaker.
text_transcription: THAT MUST BE AS MY WIFE PLEASES SAID MISTER SOUTHWARD WITH A SMILE POOR ARTHUR PASSED BOTH HANDS HASTILY OVER HER FACE AS IF SHE WOULD WIPE AWAY THE HEAT AND THE COLOR THEN LETTING THEM FALL TURNED HER FACE FULL TO THE LAST SPEAKER
phonemes: "ðæt mˈʌst biː æz maɪ wˈaɪf plˈiːzᵻz," sˈɛd mˈɪstɚ. sˈaʊθwoʊd wɪð ɐ smˈaɪl. pˈʊɹ ɹˈɑːθə pˈæst bˈoʊθ hˈændz hˈeɪstili ˌoʊvɚ hɜː fˈeɪs, æz ɪf ʃiː wʊd wˈaɪp ɐwˈeɪ ðə hˈiːt ænd ðə kˈʌlɚ; ðˈɛn lˈɛɾɪŋ ðˌɛm fˈɔːl, tˈɜːnd hɜː fˈeɪs fˈʊl tə ðə lˈæst spˈiːkɚ.