text_original: 'Numberless are the hours, child,' Mr. Valmont said to me soon after I entered, 'that I have employed in pondering on your welfare:  yet you are not the docile and grateful creature I expected to find you.'
text_transcription: NUMBERLESS ARE THE HOURS CHILD MISTER VELMONT SAID TO ME SOON AFTER I ENTERED THAT I HAVE EMPLOYED IN PONDERING ON YOUR WELFARE YET YOU ARE NOT THE DOCILE AND GRATEFUL CREATURE I EXPECTED TO FIND YOU
phonemes: nˈʌmbɚləs ɑːɹ ðɪ ˈaʊɚz, tʃˈaɪld,mˈɪstɚ. vˈælmɔnt sˈɛd tə mˌiː sˈuːn ˈæftɚɹ aɪ ˈɛntɚd, ðæt aɪ hæv ɛmplˈɔɪd ɪn pˈɑːndɚɹɪŋ ˌɔn jʊɹ wˈɛlfɛɹ:  jˈɛt juː ɑːɹ nˌɑːt ðə dˈɑːsəl ænd ɡɹˈeɪtfəl kɹˈiːtʃɚɹ aɪ ɛkspˈɛktᵻd tə fˈaɪnd juː.