text_original: " Miss Blyth, I believe, the niece of my old friend Batters. My name is Max Lander. Perhaps you have heard him speak of me." His manner could not have been more civil. Yet, under the circumstances, it was not singular that Pollie 78 THE JOSS. shrank from being addressed by a stranger. Putting her arm through mine, she looked him in the face.
text_transcription: MISS BLITH I BELIEVE THE NIECE OF MY OLD FRIEND BETTERS MY NAME IS MAXLANDER PERHAPS YOU HAVE HEARD HIM SPEAK OF ME HIS MANNER COULD NOT HAVE BEEN MORE CIVIL YET UNDER THE CIRCUMSTANCES IT WAS NOT SINGULAR THAT POLLY SHRANK FROM BEING ADDRESSED BY A STRANGER PUTTING HER ARM THROUGH MINE SHE LOOKED HIM IN THE FACE
phonemes: " mˈɪs blˈɪθ, aɪ bᵻlˈiːv, ðə nˈiːs ʌv maɪ ˈoʊld fɹˈɛnd bˈæɾɚz. maɪ nˈeɪm ɪz mˈæks lˈændɚ. pɚhˈæps juː hæv hˈɜːd hˌɪm spˈiːk ʌv mˌiː." hɪz mˈænɚ kʊd nˌɑːɾɐv bˌɪn mˈɔːɹ sˈɪvəl. jˈɛt, ˌʌndɚ ðə sˈɜːkəmstˌænsᵻz, ɪt wʌz nˌɑːt sˈɪŋɡjʊlɚ ðæt pˈɑːli sˈɛvənti ˈeɪt ðə dʒˈɑːs. ʃɹˈæŋk fɹʌm bˌiːɪŋ ɐdɹˈɛst baɪ ɐ stɹˈeɪndʒɚ. pˈʊɾɪŋ hɜːɹ ˈɑːɹm θɹuː mˈaɪn, ʃiː lˈʊkt hˌɪm ɪnðə fˈeɪs.