text_original: The poor girl raised her eyes to heaven. " You hear me, Ethel ! I repeat, what is his birth to me ? He is doubtless of obscure rank, for those born in palaces are not taught to frequent prisons.
text_transcription: THE POOR GIRL RAISED HER EYES TO HEAVEN YOU HEAR ME ETHEL I REPEAT WHAT IS HIS BIRTH TO ME HE IS DOUBTLESS OF OBSCURE RANK FOR THOSE BORN IN PALACES ARE NOT TAUGHT TO FREQUENT PRISONS
phonemes: ðə pˈʊɹ ɡˈɜːl ɹˈeɪzd hɜːɹ ˈaɪz tə hˈɛvən. " juː hˈɪɹ mˌiː, ˈɛθəl ! aɪ ɹᵻpˈiːt, wˌʌt ɪz hɪz bˈɜːθ tə mˌiː ? hiː ɪz dˈaʊtləs ʌv əbskjˈʊɹ ɹˈæŋk, fɔːɹ ðoʊz bˈɔːɹn ɪn pˈælɪsᵻz ɑːɹ nˌɑːt tˈɔːt tə fɹˈiːkwənt pɹˈɪzənz.