text_original: "The weeks have gone by like a whirlwind, and my head's been in a mist ever since I lost him," Mrs. Penn declared, wiping her eyes. "Are you sure that your head wasn't in a mist before you lost him?" asked Mrs. Beaton, with unwonted sternness.
text_transcription: THE WEEKS HAVE GONE BY LIKE A WHIRLWIND AND MY HEAD'S BEEN IN A MIST EVER SINCE I LOST HIM MISSUS PENN DECLARED WIPING HER EYES ARE YOU SURE YOUR HEAD WASN'T IN A MIST BEFORE YOU LOST HIM ASKED MISSUS BEATON WITH UNWONTED STERNNESS
phonemes: "ðə wˈiːks hæv ɡɔn baɪ lˈaɪk ɐ wˈɜːlwɪnd, ænd maɪ hˈɛdz bˌɪn ɪn ɐ mˈɪst ˈɛvɚ sˈɪns aɪ lˈɔst hˌɪm," mˈɪsɪz. pˈɛn dᵻklˈɛɹd, wˈaɪpɪŋ hɜːɹ ˈaɪz. "ɑːɹ juː ʃˈʊɹ ðæt jʊɹ hˈɛd wˈʌzn̩t ɪn ɐ mˈɪst bᵻfˌɔːɹ juː lˈɔst hˌɪm?" ˈæskt mˈɪsɪz. bˈiːtən, wɪð ʌnwˈɔntᵻd stˈɜːnnəs.