text_original: Mountjoy hesitated. Mrs. Vimpany rose again into the regions of tragic poetry. She stepped up to him, as if he had been Macbeth, and she was ready to use the daggers. "I understand but too well," she declared in terrible tones. "My wretched husband's vices are known to me. Mr. Vimpany is intoxicated."
text_transcription: MOUNTJOY HESITATED MISSUS VIMY ROSE AGAIN INTO THE REGIONS OF TRAGIC POETRY SHE STEPPED UP TO HIM AS IF HE HAD BEEN MACBETH AND SHE WAS READY TO USE THE DAGGERS I UNDERSTAND BUT TOO WELL SHE DECLARED IN TERRIBLE TONES MY WRETCHED HUSBAND'S VICES ARE KNOWN TO ME MISTER VIMENY IS INTOXICATED
phonemes: mˈaʊntdʒɔɪ hˈɛzᵻtˌeɪɾᵻd. mˈɪsɪz. vˈɪmpəni ɹˈoʊz ɐɡˈɛn ˌɪntʊ ðə ɹˈiːdʒənz ʌv tɹˈædʒɪk pˈoʊɪtɹi. ʃiː stˈɛpt ˈʌp tə hˌɪm, æz ɪf hiː hɐdbɪn məkbˈɛθ, ænd ʃiː wʌz ɹˈɛdi tə jˈuːz ðə dˈæɡɚz. "aɪ ˌʌndɚstˈænd bˌʌt tˈuː wˈɛl," ʃiː dᵻklˈɛɹd ɪn tˈɛɹᵻbəl tˈoʊnz. "maɪ ɹˈɛtʃᵻd hˈʌsbəndz vˈaɪsᵻz ɑːɹ nˈoʊn tə mˌiː. mˈɪstɚ. vˈɪmpəni ɪz ɪntˈɑːksᵻkˌeɪɾᵻd."