text_original: anything in my life : but you must e'en take it as a gift of God ; though it's as dark almost as if it came from the devil.' " We crowded round, and over Miss Cathy's head I had a peep at a dirty, ragged, black haired child ; big enough both to walk and talk ; in  deed, its face looked older than Catharine's ; yet, when it was set on its feet, it only stared round and repeated over and over again some gibberish that nobody could understand.
text_transcription: ANYTHING IN MY LIFE BUT YOU MUST E E N TAKE IT AS A GIFT OF GOD THOUGH IT'S AS DARK ALMOST AS IF IT CAME FROM THE DEVIL WE CROWDED ROUND AND OVER MISS CATHY'S HEAD I HAD A PEEP AT A DIRTY RAGGED BLACK HAIRED CHILD BIG ENOUGH BOTH TO WALK AND TALK INDEED ITS FACE LOOKED OLDER THAN CATHERINE'S YET WHEN IT WAS SET ON ITS FEET IT ONLY STARED ROUND AND REPEATED OVER AND OVER AGAIN SOME GIBBERISH THAT NOBODY COULD UNDERSTAND
phonemes: ˈɛnɪθˌɪŋ ɪn maɪ lˈaɪf : bˌʌt juː mˈʌst ˈɛən tˈeɪk ɪɾ æz ɐ ɡˈɪft ʌv ɡˈɑːd ; ðˌoʊ ɪts æz dˈɑːɹk ˈɔːlmoʊst æz ɪf ɪt kˈeɪm fɹʌmðə dˈɛvəl. " wiː kɹˈaʊdᵻd ɹˈaʊnd, ænd ˌoʊvɚ mˈɪs kˈæθiz hˈɛd aɪ hæd ɐ pˈiːp æɾə dˈɜːɾi, ɹˈæɡᵻd, blˈæk hˈɛɹd tʃˈaɪld ; bˈɪɡ ɪnˈʌf bˈoʊθ tə wˈɔːk ænd tˈɔːk ; ɪn dˈiːd, ɪts fˈeɪs lˈʊkt ˈoʊldɚ ðɐn kˈæθɑːɹɹˌiːnz ; jˈɛt, wˌɛn ɪt wʌz sˈɛt ˌɔn ɪts fˈiːt, ɪɾ ˈoʊnli stˈɛɹd ɹˈaʊnd ænd ɹᵻpˈiːɾᵻd ˌoʊvɚ ænd ˌoʊvɚɹ ɐɡˈɛn sˌʌm dʒˈɪbɚɹɪʃ ðæt nˈoʊbɑːdi kʊd ˌʌndɚstˈænd.