text_original: "How?" Mrs. Paynter leaned back in her corner. " My dear Edith, do not let us trouble this person further." " But I do know Datchet" Up went the lady's glasses again. But if she meant to stare the stranger out of countenance, she simply scored another failure.
text_transcription: HOW MISSUS PAINTER LEANED BACK IN HER CORNER MY DEAR EDITH DO NOT LET US TROUBLE THIS PERSON FURTHER BUT I DO KNOW DATCHET UP WENT THE LADY'S GLASSES AGAIN BUT IF SHE MEANT TO STARE THE STRANGER OUT OF COUNTENANCE SHE SIMPLY SCORED ANOTHER FAILURE
phonemes: "hˈaʊ?" mˈɪsɪz. pˈeɪntɚ lˈiːnd bˈæk ɪn hɜː kˈɔːɹnɚ. " maɪ dˈɪɹ ˈiːdɪθ, duːnˌɑːt lˈɛt ˌʌs tɹˈʌbəl ðɪs pˈɜːsən fˈɜːðɚ." " bˌʌt aɪ dˈuː nˈoʊ dˈætʃɪt" ˌʌp wɛnt ðə lˈeɪdiz ɡlˈæsᵻz ɐɡˈɛn. bˌʌt ɪf ʃiː mˈɛnt tə stˈɛɹ ðə stɹˈeɪndʒɚɹ ˌaʊɾəv kˈaʊntənəns, ʃiː sˈɪmpli skˈɔːɹd ɐnˈʌðɚ fˈeɪlɪɹ.