text_original: "Why, my dear child, because in real knowledge of this wicked world I believe you're nothing but a child; you're only biting off your nose to spite your face. You're jumping out of the frying pan into the fire. This gentleman has not the slightest real intention of marriage — ^have you ? " This frankly  put inquiry seemed somewhat to startle the Earl. " Really, I — I have not the pleasure." "Of knowing me?
text_transcription: WHY MY DEAR CHILD BECAUSE IN REAL KNOWLEDGE OF THIS WICKED WORLD I BELIEVE YOU'RE NOTHING BUT A CHILD YOU'RE ONLY BITING OFF YOUR NOSE TO SPITE YOUR FACE YOU'RE JUMPING OUT OF THE FRYING PAN INTO THE FIRE THIS GENTLEMAN HAS NOT THE SLIGHTEST REAL INTENTION OF A MARRIAGE HAVE YOU THIS FRANKLY PUT INQUIRY SEEMED SOMEWHAT TO STARTLE THE EARL REALLY I I HAVE NOT THE PLEASURE OF KNOWING ME
phonemes: "wˈaɪ, maɪ dˈɪɹ tʃˈaɪld, bɪkˈʌz ɪn ɹˈiːəl nˈɑːlɪdʒ ʌv ðɪs wˈɪkᵻd wˈɜːld aɪ bᵻlˈiːv jʊɹ nˈʌθɪŋ bˌʌt ɐ tʃˈaɪld; jʊɹ ˈoʊnli bˈaɪɾɪŋ ˈɔf jʊɹ nˈoʊz tə spˈaɪt jʊɹ fˈeɪs. jʊɹ dʒˈʌmpɪŋ ˌaʊɾəv ðə fɹˈaɪɪŋ pˈæn ˌɪntʊ ðə fˈaɪɚ. ðɪs dʒˈɛntəlmən həznɑːt ðə slˈaɪɾɪst ɹˈiːəl ɪntˈɛnʃən ʌv mˈæɹɪdʒ — hˈæv juː ? " ðɪs fɹˈæŋkli pˌʊt ˈɪŋkwɚɹi sˈiːmd sˈʌmwʌt tə stˈɑːɹɾəl ðɪ ˈɜːl. " ɹˈiəli, ˈaɪ — aɪ hɐvnˌɑːt ðə plˈɛʒɚ." "ʌv nˈoʊɪŋ mˌiː?