text_original: "What would you feel like if a white thing did snatch me up and carry me off?" "I'll risk it," said Marilla unfeelingly. "You know I always mean what I say. I'll cure you of imagining ghosts into places. March, now."
text_transcription: WHAT WOULD YOU FEEL LIKE IF A WHITE THING DID SNATCH ME UP AND CARRY ME OFF I'LL RISK IT SAID MARILLA UNFEELINGLY YOU KNOW I ALWAYS MEAN WHAT I SAY I'LL CURE YOU OF IMAGINING GHOSTS INTO PLACES MARCH NOW
phonemes: "wˌʌt wʊd juː fˈiːl lˈaɪk ɪf ɐ wˈaɪt θˈɪŋ dˈɪd snˈætʃ mˌiː ˌʌp ænd kˈæɹi mˌiː ˈɔf?" "aɪl ɹˈɪsk ɪt," sˈɛd mæɹˈɪlə ʌnfˈiːlɪŋli. "juː nˈoʊ aɪ ˈɔːlweɪz mˈiːn wʌt aɪ sˈeɪ. aɪl kjˈʊɹ juː ʌv ɪmˈædʒɪnɪŋ ɡˈoʊsts ˌɪntʊ plˈeɪsᵻz. mˈɑːɹtʃ, nˈaʊ."