text_original: "Don't frighten me any more than I am frightened," implored Anne. "I'd rather walk up to a cannon's mouth. But I've got to do it, Diana. It was my fault and I've got to confess. I've had practice in confessing, fortunately."
text_transcription: DON'T FRIGHTEN ME ANY MORE THEN I'M FRIGHTENED IMPLORED ANNE I'D RATHER WALK UP A CANNON'S MOUTH BUT I'VE GOT TO DO IT DIANA IT'S MY FAULT AND I'VE GOT TO CONFESS I'VE HAD PRACTICE IN CONFESSING FORTUNATELY
phonemes: "dˈoʊnt fɹˈaɪʔn̩ mˌiː ˌɛni mˈɔːɹ ðɐn aɪɐm fɹˈaɪʔn̩d," ɪmplˈɔːɹd ˈæn. "aɪd ɹˈæðɚ wˈɔːk ˌʌp tʊ ɐ kˈænənz mˈaʊθ. bˌʌt aɪv ɡɑːt tə dˈuː ɪt, daɪˈænə. ɪt wʌz maɪ fˈɔlt ænd aɪv ɡɑːt tə kənfˈɛs. aɪvhˌæd pɹˈæktɪs ɪn kənfˈɛsɪŋ, fˈɔːɹtʃənətli."