text_original: "Plots. Though the just Heaven knows I am inno  cent of any. Is it likely? Who would think of plotting with a poor little weak creature like me?" The forlorn smile with which she said it, so touched him that tears started from his eyes.
text_transcription: PLOTS THOUGH THE JUST HEAVEN KNOWS I AM INNOCENT OF ANY IS IT LIKELY WHO WOULD THINK OF PLOTTING WITH A POOR LITTLE WEAK CREATURE LIKE ME THE FORLORN SMILE WITH WHICH HE SAID IT SO TOUCHED HIM THAT TEARS STARTED FROM HIS EYES
phonemes: "plˈɑːts. ðˌoʊ ðə dʒˈʌst hˈɛvən nˈoʊz aɪɐm ɪnnˈoʊ sˈɛnt ʌv ˌɛni. ɪz ɪt lˈaɪkli? hˌuː wʊd θˈɪŋk ʌv plˈɑːɾɪŋ wɪð ɐ pˈʊɹ lˈɪɾəl wˈiːk kɹˈiːtʃɚ lˈaɪk mˌiː?" ðə fˈɔːɹlɔːɹn smˈaɪl wɪð wˌɪtʃ ʃiː sˈɛd ɪt, sˌoʊ tˈʌtʃt hˌɪm ðæt tˈɛɹz stˈɑːɹɾᵻd fɹʌm hɪz ˈaɪz.