text_original: "Where will you see such a skin as Antoinette's?" asked the mother. "Skin isn't everything. My dear, don't be perverse," said Mr. Busby, in his husky tones which sounded so oddly. "Nettie's a pretty little girl, and I am glad of it; but don't you go to making a fool of her by making her think she is more. You had just as fine a skin when I married you; but that wasn't what I married you for."
text_transcription: WHERE WILL YOU SEE SUCH A SKIN AS ANTOINETTE'S ASKED THE MOTHER SKIN ISN'T EVERYTHING MY DEAR DON'T BE PERVERSE SAID MISTER BUSBY IN HIS HUSKY TONES WHICH SOUNDED SO ODDLY NET IS A PRETTY LITTLE GIRL AND I AM GLAD OF IT BUT DON'T YOU GO TO MAKING A FOOL OF HER BY MAKING HER THINK SHE IS MORE YOU HAD JUST AS FINE A SKIN WHEN I MARRIED YOU BUT THAT WASN'T WHAT I MARRIED YOU FOR
phonemes: "wˌɛɹ wɪl juː sˈiː sˈʌtʃ ɐ skˈɪn æz ˌæntɔɪnˈɛts?" ˈæskt ðə mˈʌðɚ. "skˈɪn ˌɪzənt ˈɛvɹɪθˌɪŋ. maɪ dˈɪɹ, dˈoʊnt biː pɚvˈɜːs," sˈɛd mˈɪstɚ. bˈʌsbi, ɪn hɪz hˈʌski tˈoʊnz wˌɪtʃ sˈaʊndᵻd sˌoʊ ˈɑːdli. "nˈɛɾiz ɐ pɹˈɪɾi lˈɪɾəl ɡˈɜːl, ænd aɪɐm ɡlˈæd ʌv ɪt; bˌʌt dˈoʊnt juː ɡˌoʊ tə mˌeɪkɪŋ ɐ fˈuːl ʌv hɜː baɪ mˌeɪkɪŋ hɜː θˈɪŋk ʃiː ɪz mˈɔːɹ. juː hæd dʒˈʌst æz fˈaɪn ɐ skˈɪn wɛn aɪ mˈæɹid juː; bˌʌt ðæt wˈʌzn̩t wʌt aɪ mˈæɹid juː fɔːɹ."