text_original: Ransford laid down his letters again, and thrusting his hands in his pockets, squared his shoulders against the mantelpiece. "Don't you think you might wait until you're twenty one?" he asked. "Why?" she said, with a laugh. "I'm just twenty  do you really think I shall be any wiser in twelve months? Of course I shan't!"
text_transcription: RANSFORD LAID DOWN HIS LETTERS AGAIN AND THRUSTING HIS HANDS IN HIS POCKETS SQUARED HIS SHOULDERS AGAINST THE MANTELPIECE DON'T YOU THINK YOU MIGHT WAIT UNTIL YOU'RE TWENTY ONE HE ASKED WHY SHE SAID WITH A LAUGH I'M JUST TWENTY DO YOU REALLY THINK I SHALL BE ANY WISER IN TWELVE MONTHS OF COURSE I SHAN'T
phonemes: ɹˈænzfɚd lˈeɪd dˌaʊn hɪz lˈɛɾɚz ɐɡˈɛn, ænd θɹˈʌstɪŋ hɪz hˈændz ɪn hɪz pˈɑːkɪts, skwˈɛɹd hɪz ʃˈoʊldɚz ɐɡˈɛnst ðə mˈæntəlpˌiːs. "dˈoʊnt juː θˈɪŋk juː mˌaɪt wˈeɪt ʌntˈɪl jʊɹ twˈɛnti wˌʌn?" hiː ˈæskt. "wˈaɪ?" ʃiː sˈɛd, wɪð ɐ lˈæf. "aɪm dʒˈʌst twˈɛnti dˈuː juː ɹˈiəli θˈɪŋk aɪʃˌɐl biː ˌɛni wˈaɪzɚɹ ɪn twˈɛlv mˈʌnθs? ʌv kˈɔːɹs aɪ ʃˈɑːnt!"