text_original: Ordinarily I am not a coward, though I do run from a mouse; but when my eyes met her finely penciled ones, there was a curious look of anger in them that made a shiver go down my back. "If I have said any  580 A TURKISH WHAT FOR? thing to offend you," I said, "I beg you to forgive me. Believe me, it was my enthusiasm." She smiled in a most charming way. If she had been angry, it had gone quickly by. "But why do you wish me to go to Paris?" she asked again.
text_transcription: ORDINARILY I AM NOT A COWARD THOUGH I DO RUN FROM A MOUSE BUT WHEN MY EYES MET HER FINELY PENCILLED ONCE THERE WAS A CURIOUS LOOK OF ANGER IN THEM THAT MADE A SHIVER GO DOWN MY BACK IF I HAVE SAID ANYTHING TO OFFEND YOU I SAID I BEG YOU TO FORGIVE ME BELIEVE ME IT WAS MY ENTHUSIASM SHE SMILED IN A MOST CHARMING WAY IF SHE HAD BEEN ANGRY IT HAD GONE QUICKLY BY BUT WHY DO YOU WISH ME TO GO TO PARIS SHE ASKED AGAIN
phonemes: ˌɔːɹdɪnˈɛɹᵻli aɪɐm nˌɑːɾə kˈaʊɚd, ðˌoʊ aɪ dˈuː ɹˈʌn fɹʌm ɐ mˈaʊs; bˌʌt wɛn maɪ ˈaɪz mˈɛt hɜː fˈaɪnli pˈɛnsəld wˌʌnz, ðɛɹwˌʌz ɐ kjˈʊɹɹiəs lˈʊk ʌv ˈæŋɡɚɹ ɪn ðˌɛm ðæt mˌeɪd ɐ ʃˈɪvɚ ɡˌoʊ dˌaʊn maɪ bˈæk. "ɪf aɪ hæv sˈɛd ˌɛni fˈaɪvhˈʌndɹɪd ˈeɪɾi ɐ tˈɜːkɪʃ wˈʌt fɔːɹ? θˈɪŋ tʊ əfˈɛnd juː," aɪ sˈɛd, "aɪ bˈɛɡ juː tə fɚɡˈɪv mˌiː. bᵻlˈiːv mˌiː, ɪt wʌz maɪ ɛnθˈuːziˌæzəm." ʃiː smˈaɪld ɪn ɐ mˈoʊst tʃˈɑːɹmɪŋ wˈeɪ. ɪf ʃiː hɐdbɪn ˈæŋɡɹi, ɪt hæd ɡɔn kwˈɪkli bˈaɪ. "bˌʌt wˌaɪ dˈuː juː wˈɪʃ mˌiː tə ɡˌoʊ tə pˈæɹɪs?" ʃiː ˈæskt ɐɡˈɛn.