text_original: "Come, Sultana," Milo said, once more laying a hand on her shoulder, this time without resentment from her. "Thy father, the Red Chief, left much to be told; I will tell thee all, but not now.
text_transcription: COME SULTANA MY LO SAID ONCE MORE LAYING A HAND ON HER SHOULDER THIS TIME WITHOUT RESENTMENT FROM HER THY FATHER THE RED CHIEF LEFT MUCH TO BE TOLD I WILL TELL THEE ALL BUT NOT NOW
phonemes: "kˈʌm, sʌltˈɑːnə," mˈaɪloʊ sˈɛd, wˈʌns mˈɔːɹ lˈeɪɪŋ ɐ hˈænd ˌɔn hɜː ʃˈoʊldɚ, ðɪs tˈaɪm wɪðˌaʊt ɹᵻzˈɛntmənt fɹʌm hɜː. "ðˌaɪ fˈɑːðɚ, ðə ɹˈɛd tʃˈiːf, lˈɛft mˈʌtʃ təbi tˈoʊld; aɪ wɪl tˈɛl ðiː ˈɔːl, bˌʌt nˌɑːt nˈaʊ.