text_original: Caroline, do not expect me to speak again of Bonneville. The tumult, the perplexity returns; and no solution is at hand to soothe or to cheer me. * * * * * Seventeen days, Mr. Valmont, his steward, and their labourers have occupied my wood. My uncle himself gave me a command not to appear there during the day.
text_transcription: CAROLINE DO NOT EXPECT ME TO SPEAK AGAIN OF BONVILLE THE TUMULT THE PERPLEXITY RETURNS AND NO SOLUTION IS AT HAND TO SOOTHE OR TO CHEER ME SEVENTEEN DAYS MISTER VERMONT HIS STEWARD AND THEIR LABOURERS HAVE OCCUPIED MY WOOD MY UNCLE HIMSELF GAVE ME A COMMAND NOT TO APPEAR THERE DURING THE DAY
phonemes: kˈæɹəlˌaɪn, duːnˌɑːt ɛkspˈɛkt mˌiː tə spˈiːk ɐɡˈɛn ʌv bˈɑːnvɪl. ðə tˈuːmʌlt, ðə pɚplˈɛksᵻɾi ɹᵻtˈɜːnz; ænd nˈoʊ səlˈuːʃən ɪz æt hˈænd tə sˈuːð ɔːɹ tə tʃˈɪɹ mˌiː. ˈæstɚɹˌɪsk ˈæstɚɹˌɪsk ˈæstɚɹˌɪsk sˈɛvəntˌiːn dˈeɪz, mˈɪstɚ. vˈælmɔnt, hɪz stˈuːɚd, ænd ðɛɹ lˈeɪbɚɹɚz hæv ˈɑːkjʊpˌaɪd maɪ wˈʊd. maɪ ˈʌŋkəl hɪmsˈɛlf ɡˈeɪv mˌiː ɐ kəmˈænd nˌɑːt tʊ ɐpˈɪɹ ðɛɹ dˈʊɹɹɪŋ ðə dˈeɪ.