text_original: Rotha felt the movings within her of a little rebellion, a little irritation, and a great nervous inclination to laugh; nevertheless her manner was sobriety itself. "My dear, I seem to be the only one in the world to take care of you; and that is my excuse for being so impertinent as to ask these questions. You will bear with me?
text_transcription: ROTHA FELT THE MOVINGS WITHIN HER OF A LITTLE REBELLION A LITTLE IRRITATION AND A GREAT NERVOUS INCLINATION TO LAUGH NEVERTHELESS HER MANNER WAS SOBRIETY ITSELF MY DEAR I SEEM TO BE THE ONLY ONE IN THE WORLD TO TAKE CARE OF YOU AND THAT IS MY EXCUSE FOR BEING SO IMPERTINENT AS TO ASK THESE QUESTIONS YOU WILL BEAR WITH ME
phonemes: ɹˈɑːθə fˈɛlt ðə mˈuːvɪŋz wɪðˌɪn hɜːɹ əvə lˈɪɾəl ɹᵻbˈɛliən, ɐ lˈɪɾəl ˌɪɹɪtˈeɪʃən, ænd ɐ ɡɹˈeɪt nˈɜːvəs ɪŋklɪnˈeɪʃən tə lˈæf; nˌɛvɚðəlˈɛs hɜː mˈænɚ wʌz səbɹˈaɪəɾi ɪtsˈɛlf. "maɪ dˈɪɹ, aɪ sˈiːm təbi ðɪ ˈoʊnli wˈʌn ɪnðə wˈɜːld tə tˈeɪk kˈɛɹ ʌv juː; ænd ðæt ɪz maɪ ɛkskjˈuːs fɔːɹ bˌiːɪŋ sˌoʊ ɪmpˈɜːtɪnənt æz tʊ ˈæsk ðiːz kwˈɛstʃənz. juː wɪl bˈɛɹ wɪð mˌiː?