text_original: "It has a look of Robert," said the farmer, thoughtfully. Rhoda's smiles fled. She wanted to forget the relationship between that man and her darling. Nor was she without a fear that it might have inherited some touch of his evil nature.
text_transcription: IT HAS A LOOK OF ROBERT SAID THE FARMER THOUGHTFULLY RHODA'S SMILES FLED SHE WANTED TO FORGET THE RELATIONSHIP BETWEEN THAT MAN AND HER DARLING NOR WAS SHE WITHOUT A FEAR THAT IT MIGHT HAVE INHERITED SOME TOUCH OF HIS EVIL NATURE
phonemes: "ɪt hɐz ɐ lˈʊk ʌv ɹˈɑːbɚt," sˈɛd ðə fˈɑːɹmɚ, θˈɔːtfəli. ɹˈoʊdəz smˈaɪlz flˈɛd. ʃiː wˈɔntᵻd tə fɚɡˈɛt ðə ɹᵻlˈeɪʃənʃˌɪp bᵻtwˌiːn ðæt mˈæn ænd hɜː dˈɑːɹlɪŋ. nˈɔːɹ wʌz ʃiː wɪðˌaʊt ɐ fˈɪɹ ðˌɐɾɪt mˌaɪthɐv ɪnhˈɛɹɪɾᵻd sˌʌm tˈʌtʃ ʌv hɪz ˈiːvəl nˈeɪtʃɚ.