text_original: "No harm exactly, my girl," responded the farmer uneasily, as he picked a piece of dry moss off the wall. "But even when things are lawful, they are not always expedient. You are a married woman, you see, and your husband's under a cloud, and miles away  poor fellow!" "Ah!" sighed Helen, "I'm always doomed to suffer for his sins! I thought that perhaps a little bit of fun would help me to forget my troubles."
text_transcription: NOT HARM EXACTLY MY GIRL RESPONDED THE FARMER UNEASILY AS HE PICKED A PIECE OF DRY MOSS OFF THE WALL BUT EVEN WHEN THINGS ARE LAWFUL THEY ARE NOT ALWAYS EXPEDIENT YOU ARE A MARRIED WOMAN YOU SEE AND YOUR HUSBAND'S UNDER A CLOUD AND MILES AWAY POOR FELLOW AH SIGHED HELEN I'M ALWAYS DOOMED TO SUFFER FOR HIS SINS I THOUGHT THAT PERHAPS A LITTLE BIT OF FUN WOULD HELP ME TO FORGET MY TROUBLES
phonemes: "nˈoʊ hˈɑːɹm ɛɡzˈæktli, maɪ ɡˈɜːl," ɹᵻspˈɑːndᵻd ðə fˈɑːɹmɚɹ ʌnˈiːzili, æz hiː pˈɪkt ɐ pˈiːs ʌv dɹˈaɪ mˈɔs ˈɔf ðə wˈɔːl. "bˌʌt ˈiːvən wɛn θˈɪŋz ɑːɹ lˈɔːfəl, ðeɪ ɑːɹ nˌɑːt ˈɔːlweɪz ɛkspˈiːdiənt. juː ɑːɹ ɐ mˈæɹid wˈʊmən, juː sˈiː, ænd jʊɹ hˈʌsbəndz ˌʌndɚɹ ɐ klˈaʊd, ænd mˈaɪlz ɐwˈeɪ pˈʊɹ fˈɛloʊ!" "ˈɑː!" sˈaɪd hˈɛlən, "aɪm ˈɔːlweɪz dˈuːmd tə sˈʌfɚ fɔːɹ hɪz sˈɪnz! aɪ θˈɔːt ðæt pɚhˈæps ɐ lˈɪɾəl bˈɪt ʌv fˈʌn wʊd hˈɛlp mˌiː tə fɚɡˈɛt maɪ tɹˈʌbəlz."