text_original: "False? Why, good John, what does that mean?" she asked, frank surprise on her face. "Have you not taken Venner for your man? Is he not your chosen mate, at the price of my life and Tomlin's?" "Fool!" she cried, fiercely. "Thy dreams have mixed thy brains. What nonsense is this? I told thee thou wert my man, at a price. But thy decision! Time is short. Say quickly what thou wilt do."
text_transcription: FALSE WHY GOOD JOHN WHAT DOES THAT MEAN SHE ASKED FRANK SURPRISE ON HER FACE HAVE YOU NOT TAKEN VANNER FOR YOUR MAN IS HE NOT YOUR CHOSEN MATE AT THE PRICE OF MY LIFE AND TOMLINS FOOL SHE CRIED FIERCELY THY DREAMS HAVE MIXED THY BRAINS WHAT NONSENSE IS THIS I TOLD THEE THOU WERT MY MAN AT A PRICE BUT THY DECISION TIME IS SHORT SAY QUICKLY WHAT THOU WILT DO
phonemes: "fˈɔls? wˈaɪ, ɡˈʊd dʒˈɑːn, wˌʌt dˈʌz ðæt mˈiːn?" ʃiː ˈæskt, fɹˈæŋk sɚpɹˈaɪz ˌɔn hɜː fˈeɪs. "hæv juː nˌɑːt tˈeɪkən vˈɛnɚ fɔːɹ jʊɹ mˈæn? ɪz hiː nˌɑːt jʊɹ tʃˈoʊzən mˈeɪt, æt ðə pɹˈaɪs ʌv maɪ lˈaɪf ænd tˈɑːmlɪnz?" "fˈuːl!" ʃiː kɹˈaɪd, fˈɪɹsli. "ðˌaɪ dɹˈiːmz hæv mˈɪkst ðˌaɪ bɹˈeɪnz. wˌʌt nˈɑːnsəns ɪz ðˈɪs? aɪ tˈoʊld ðiː ðˈaʊ wˈɜːt maɪ mˈæn, æɾə pɹˈaɪs. bˌʌt ðˌaɪ dᵻsˈɪʒən! tˈaɪm ɪz ʃˈɔːɹt. sˈeɪ kwˈɪkli wʌt ðˈaʊ wˈɪlt dˈuː."