text_original: Mercy on us, how your cousin _has_ been a going on, my dear! And brought up so strict too!" The words cut Rhoda like a knife. There she sat, lonely and miserable, amid a merry crowd.
text_transcription: MERCY ON US HOW YOUR COUSIN HAS BEEN A GOING ON MY DEAR AND BROUGHT UP SO STRICT TOO THE WORDS CUT RHODA LIKE A KNIFE THERE SHE SAT LONELY AND MISERABLE AMID A MERRY CROWD
phonemes: mˈɜːsi ˈɔn ˌʌs, hˌaʊ jʊɹ kˈʌzən hˈæzbiːn ɐ ɡˌoʊɪŋ ˈɔn, maɪ dˈɪɹ! ænd bɹˈɔːt ˌʌp sˌoʊ stɹˈɪkt tˈuː!" ðə wˈɜːdz kˈʌt ɹˈoʊdə lˈaɪk ɐ nˈaɪf. ðɛɹ ʃiː sˈæt, lˈoʊnli ænd mˈɪzɹəbəl, ɐmˈɪd ɐ mˈɛɹi kɹˈaʊd.