text_original: " Come, my dear, a truce to jest." Then Musdcemon, seating himself behind the countess, and putting his arm about her neck, added : " Elphega, try to be, at least in imagination, what you were twenty years ago."
text_transcription: COME MY DEAR A TRUCE TO JEST THEN MASTEREMON SEATING HIMSELF BEHIND THE COUNTESS AND PUTTING HIS ARM ABOUT HER NECK ADDED ELFIGA TRY TO BE AT LEAST IN IMAGINATION WHAT YOU WERE TWENTY YEARS AGO
phonemes: " kˈʌm, maɪ dˈɪɹ, ɐ tɹˈuːs tə dʒˈɛst." ðˈɛn mˈʌsdsɛmən, sˈiːɾɪŋ hɪmsˈɛlf bᵻhˌaɪnd ðə kˈaʊntɛs, ænd pˈʊɾɪŋ hɪz ˈɑːɹm ɐbˌaʊt hɜː nˈɛk, ˈædᵻd : " ˈɛlfɛɡə, tɹˈaɪ tə bˈiː, æt lˈiːst ɪn ɪmˌædʒᵻnˈeɪʃən, wˌʌt juː wɜː twˈɛnti jˈɪɹz ɐɡˈoʊ."