text_original: I was persuaded that she perceived something actually agreeable in a situation in which I saw nothing but horror. And it was I who had supposed myself to be romantic ! 110 THE JOSS. She began to bustle about the room. " I thought you were dying for want of sleep. Aren't you going to get between the sheets
text_transcription: I WAS PERSUADED THAT SHE PERCEIVED SOMETHING ACTUALLY AGREEABLE IN THE SITUATION IN WHICH I SAW NOTHING BUT HORROR AND IT WAS I WHO HAD SUPPOSED MYSELF TO BE ROMANTIC SHE BEGAN TO BUSTLE ABOUT THE ROOM I THOUGHT YOU WERE DYING FOR WANT OF SLEEP AREN'T YOU GOING TO GET BETWEEN THE SHEETS
phonemes: aɪ wʌz pɚswˈeɪdᵻd ðæt ʃiː pɚsˈiːvd sˈʌmθɪŋ ˈæktʃuːəli ɐɡɹˈiːəbəl ɪn ɐ sˌɪtʃuːˈeɪʃən ɪnwˌɪtʃ aɪ sˈɔː nˈʌθɪŋ bˌʌt hˈɔɹɚ. ænd ɪt wʌz aɪ hˌuː hæd səpˈoʊzd maɪsˈɛlf təbi ɹoʊmˈæntɪk ! wˈʌnhˈʌndɹɪd tˈɛn ðə dʒˈɑːs. ʃiː bɪɡˈæn tə bˈʌsəl ɐbˌaʊt ðə ɹˈuːm. " aɪ θˈɔːt juː wɜː dˈaɪɪŋ fɔːɹ wˈɔnt ʌv slˈiːp. ˌɑːɹnt juː ɡˌoʊɪŋ tə ɡɛt bᵻtwˌiːn ðə ʃˈiːts