text_original: "Impossible!" said the lady, and bid them go to his bed room and seek him, adding, "you will be sure to know him as he has a mole on his left arm in the shape of a strawberry. Besides, 'tis your long lost son who has just returned from the East Indies, and I am his wife, and the daughter of a rich planter long settled and very wealthy. Your son has come to make you both happy in the evening of your days, and he resolved to lodge with you one night as a stranger, that he might see you unknown, and judge of your conduct to wayfaring mariners."
text_transcription: IMPOSSIBLE SAID THE LADY AND BID THEM GO TO HIS BEDROOM AND SEEK HIM ADDING YOU WILL BE SURE TO KNOW HIM AS HE HAS A MOLE ON HIS LEFT ARM IN THE SHAPE OF A STRAWBERRY BESIDES TIS YOUR LONG LOST SON WHO HAS JUST RETURNED FROM THE EAST INDIES AND I AM HIS WIFE AND THE DAUGHTER OF A RICH PLANTER LONG SETTLED AND VERY WEALTHY YOUR SON HAS COME TO MAKE YOU BOTH HAPPY IN THE EVENING OF YOUR DAYS AND HE RESOLVED TO LODGE WITH YOU ONE NIGHT AS A STRANGER THAT HE MIGHT SEE YOU UNKNOWN AND JUDGE OF YOUR CONDUCT TO WAYFARING MARINERS
phonemes: "ɪmpˈɑːsᵻbəl!" sˈɛd ðə lˈeɪdi, ænd bˈɪd ðˌɛm ɡˌoʊ tə hɪz bˈɛd ɹˈuːm ænd sˈiːk hˌɪm, ˈædɪŋ, "juː wɪl biː ʃˈʊɹ tə nˈoʊ hˌɪm æz hiː hɐz ɐ mˈoʊl ˌɔn hɪz lˈɛft ˈɑːɹm ɪnðə ʃˈeɪp əvə stɹˈɔːbɛɹi. bᵻsˈaɪdz, tˈɪz jʊɹ lˈɔŋ lˈɔst sˈʌn hˌuː hɐz dʒˈʌst ɹᵻtˈɜːnd fɹʌmðɪ ˈiːst ˈɪndiz, ænd aɪɐm hɪz wˈaɪf, ænd ðə dˈɔːɾɚɹ əvɚ ɹˈɪtʃ plˈæntɚ lˈɔŋ sˈɛɾəld ænd vˈɛɹi wˈɛlθi. jʊɹ sˈʌn hɐz kˈʌm tə mˌeɪk juː bˈoʊθ hˈæpi ɪnðɪ ˈiːvnɪŋ ʌv jʊɹ dˈeɪz, ænd hiː ɹᵻzˈɑːlvd tə lˈɑːdʒ wɪð juː wˈʌn nˈaɪt æz ɐ stɹˈeɪndʒɚ, ðæt hiː mˌaɪt sˈiː juː ʌnnˈoʊn, ænd dʒˈʌdʒ ʌv jʊɹ kˈɑːndʌkt tə wˈeɪfɛɹɪŋ mˈæɹɪnɚz."