text_original: "Oh, that's a very old story," responded Rhoda. "Lovers are just like our old apple trees; one would think to see the quantity of blossom that there would be a deal of fruit; but there never is. Great promise and small fulfilment  that's always the case with men."
text_transcription: OH THAT'S A VERY OLD STORY RESPONDED RHODA LOVERS ARE JUST LIKE OUR OLD APPLE TREES ONE WOULD THINK TO SEE THE QUANTITY OF BLOSSOM THAT THERE WOULD BE A DEAL OF FRUIT BUT THERE NEVER IS GREAT PROMISE AND SMALL FULFILMENT THAT'S ALWAYS THE CASE WITH MEN
phonemes: "ˈoʊ, ðæts ɐ vˈɛɹi ˈoʊld stˈɔːɹi," ɹᵻspˈɑːndᵻd ɹˈoʊdə. "lˈʌvɚz ɑːɹ dʒˈʌst lˈaɪk ˌaʊɚɹ ˈoʊld ˈæpəl tɹˈiːz; wˈʌn wʊd θˈɪŋk tə sˈiː ðə kwˈɔntᵻɾi ʌv blˈɔsəm ðæt ðɛɹ wʊd biː ɐ dˈiːl ʌv fɹˈuːt; bˌʌt ðɛɹ nˈɛvɚɹ ɪz. ɡɹˈeɪt pɹˈɑːmɪs ænd smˈɔːl fʊlfˈɪlmənt ðæts ˈɔːlweɪz ðə kˈeɪs wɪð mˈɛn."