text_original: Five hundred dollars! who'd 'a thought it? Down in the smugglers' cave! Goodness gracious! No wonder it looked just the thing. No wonder we all cottoned to that shawl from the start. "I always told you something would happen to it," said mamma to Aunt Pam. "You flung it around like an old rag."
text_transcription: FIVE HUNDRED DOLLARS WHO'D HA THOUGHT IT DOWN IN THE SMUGGLERS CAVE GOODNESS GRACIOUS NO WONDER IT LOOKED JUST THE THING NO WONDER WE ALL CAUGHT INTO THAT SHAWL FROM THE START I ALWAYS TOLD YOU SOMETHING WOULD HAPPEN TO IT SAID MAMMA TO AUNT PAM YOU FLUNG IT AROUND LIKE AN OLD RAG
phonemes: fˈaɪv hˈʌndɹɪd dˈɑːlɚz! hˌuːd ɐ θˈɔːt ɪt? dˌaʊn ɪnðə smˈʌɡlɚz kˈeɪv! ɡˈʊdnəs ɡɹˈeɪʃəs! nˈoʊ wˈʌndɚɹ ɪt lˈʊkt dʒˈʌst ðə θˈɪŋ. nˈoʊ wˈʌndɚ wiː ˈɔːl kˈɑːʔn̩d tə ðæt ʃˈɔːl fɹʌmðə stˈɑːɹt. "aɪ ˈɔːlweɪz tˈoʊld juː sˈʌmθɪŋ wʊd hˈæpən tʊ ɪt," sˈɛd mˈæmə tʊ ˈænt pˈæm. "juː flˈʌŋ ɪɾ ɚɹˈaʊnd lˈaɪk ɐn ˈoʊld ɹˈæɡ."