text_original: No doubt Francis Ryan was moping about Willow Farm in a state of unacknowledged wretchedness. She was sure that Francis had really liked that girl; she had seen his feelings plainly on the day of the picnic.
text_transcription: NO DOUBT FRANCIS RYAN WAS MOPING ABOUT WILLOW FARM IN A STATE OF UNACKNOWLEDGED WRETCHEDNESS SHE WAS SURE THAT FRANCES HAD REALLY LIKED THAT GIRL SHE HAD SEEN HIS FEELINGS PLAINLY ON THE DAY OF THE PICNIC
phonemes: nˈoʊ dˈaʊt fɹˈænsɪs ɹˈaɪən wʌz mˈoʊpɪŋ ɐbˌaʊt wˈɪloʊ fˈɑːɹm ɪn ɐ stˈeɪt ʌv ʌnɐknˈɑːlɪdʒd ɹˈɛtʃᵻdnəs. ʃiː wʌz ʃˈʊɹ ðæt fɹˈænsɪs hæd ɹˈiəli lˈaɪkt ðæt ɡˈɜːl; ʃiː hæd sˈiːn hɪz fˈiːlɪŋz plˈeɪnli ɔnðə dˈeɪ ʌvðə pˈɪknɪk.