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matthew Cuthbert is surprised | mæθju ˈkʌθbərt ɪz səˈpraɪzd |
In fact, he had looked at twenty very much as he looked at sixty, lacking a little of the grayness. | ɪn fækt, hi hæd lʊkt æt ˈtwɛnti ˈvɛri mʌʧ æz hi lʊkt æt ˈsɪksti, ˈlækɪŋ ə ˈlɪtəl ʌv ðə ˈɡreɪnəs. |
"But there was a passenger dropped off for you-a little girl. | bʌt ðɛr wəz ə ˈpæsənʤər drɑpt ɔf fɔr ju-ə ˈlɪtəl ɡɜrl. |
Maybe they were out of boys of the brand you wanted." | ˈmeɪbi ðeɪ wər aʊt əv bɔɪz əv ðə brænd ju ˈwɔntɪd. |
Her face was small, white and thin, also much freckled; her mouth was large and so were her eyes, which looked green in some lights and moods and gray in others. | hər feɪs wəz smɔːl, waɪt ænd θɪn, ɔːlsoʊ mʌʧ ˈfrɛkl̩d; hər maʊθ wəz lɑrʤ ænd soʊ wər hər aɪz, wɪʧ lʊkt ɡriːn ɪn sʌm laɪts ænd muz ænd ɡreɪ ɪn ˈʌðərz. |
"Oh, I can carry it," the child responded cheerfully. | oʊ, aɪ kæn ˈkæri ɪt, ðə tʃaɪld rɪˈspɑndɪd ˈtʃɪrfəli. |
"It isn't heavy. I've got all my worldly goods in it, but it isn't heavy. | ɪt ˈɪzənt ˈhɛvi. aɪv ɡɒt ɔːl maɪ ˈwɜrldli ɡʊdz ɪn ɪt, bət ɪzənt ˈhɛvi. |
We've got to drive a long piece, haven't we? | wiːv ɡɒt tuː draɪv ə lɒŋ piːs, ˈhævənt wiː? |
They were good, you know-the asylum people. | ðeɪ wər ɡʊd, ju noʊ-ðə əˈsaɪləm ˈpipəl. |
With this Matthew's companion stopped talking, partly because she was out of breath and partly because they had reached the buggy. | wɪð ðɪs ˈmæθjuz kəmˈpænjən stɑpt ˈtɔkɪŋ, ˈpɑrtli bɪˈkɔz ʃi wəz aʊt əv brɛθ ænd ˈpɑrtli bɪˈkɔz ðeɪ həd rɪʧt ðə ˈbʌgi. |
And I've never had a pretty dress in my life that I can remember-but of course it's all the more to look forward to, isn't it? | ænd aɪv ˈnɛvər hæd ə ˈprɪti drɛs ɪn maɪ laɪf ðæt aɪ kæn ɹɪˈmɛmbɚ bət əv ˈkɔɹs ɪts ɔl ðə mɔɹ tu lʊk ˈfɔɹwərd tu ˈɪznt ɪt |
And then I can imagine that I'm dressed gorgeously. | ænd ðɛn aɪ kæn ɪˈmæʤɪn ðæt aɪm drɛst ˈɡɔrʤəsli |
When we got on the train I felt as if everybody must be looking at me and pitying me. | wɛn wi ˈɡɑt ɑn ðə treɪn aɪ fɛlt æz ɪf ˈɛvribɑdi mʌst bi ˈlʊkɪŋ ˈæt mi ænd ˈpɪtiŋ mi. |
I wasn't a bit sick coming over in the boat. | aɪ ˈwəzənt ə bɪt sɪk ˈkəmɪŋ ˈoʊvər ɪn ðə boʊt. |
She said she never saw the beat of me for prowling about. | ʃi sɛd ʃi ˈnɛvər sɔ ðə bit ʌv mi fɔr ˈpraʊlɪŋ əˈbaʊt |
She said I must have asked her a thousand already. | ʃi ˈsɛd aɪ mʌst hæv ˈæskt hər ə ˈθaʊzənd ɔlˈrɛdi |
"It's a boy I've come for. | ɪts ə bɔɪ aɪv kʌm fɔr. |
"I'm very glad to see you. | aɪm ˈvɛri ɡlæd tu si ju. |
And what DOES make the roads red?" | ənd wɑt dʌz meɪk ðə roʊdz rɛd?" |
"Well now, I dunno," said matthew. | "wɛl naʊ, aɪ ˈdʌnoʊ," sɛd ˈmæθjuː. |
"Well, that is one of the things to find out sometime. | wɛl, ðæt ɪz wʌn əv ðə θɪŋz tu faɪnd aʊt ˈsʌmˌtaɪm. |
It just makes me feel glad to be alive-it's such an interesting world. | ɪt ʤʌst meɪks miː fil ɡlæd tu bi əˈlaɪv-ɪts sʌʧ ən ˈɪntərəstɪŋ wɜrld. |
But am I talking too much? | bʌt æm aɪ ˈtɔkɪŋ tuː ˈmʌtʃ |
Would you rather I didn't talk? | wʊd jʊ ˈræðər aɪ ˈdɪdnt tɔk |
Women were bad enough in all conscience, but little girls were worse. | ˈwɪmɪn wər bæd ɪˈnʌf ɪn ɔl ˈkɑnʃəns, bət ˈlɪtəl ˈɡɜrlz wər wɜrs. |
I don't mind." | aɪ doʊnt maɪnd." |
"Oh, I'm so glad. | oʊ, aɪm soʊ ɡlæd. |
But it isn't-it's firmly fastened at one end. | bʌt ɪt ˈɪznt-ɪts ˈfɝmli ˈfæstənd ət wʌn ɛnd. |
I asked her all about it. | aɪ ˈæskt hər ɔːl əˈbaʊt ɪt. |
But you can't where you are. | bʌt jʊ kænt wɛr jʊ ɑr |
"Fancy. | ˈfænsi. |
I can't feel exactly perfectly happy because-well, what color would you call this?" | aɪ kænt fil ɪɡˈzæktli ˈpɝfɪktli ˈhæpi bɪˈkɑz wɛl wʌt ˈkʌlɚ wʊd ju kɔl ðɪs |
I never could find out. | aɪ ˈnɛvər kʊd faɪnd aʊt. |
Can you tell me?" | kæn ju ˈtɛl mi |
"Well now, I'm afraid I can't," said matthew, who was getting a little dizzy. | "wɛl naʊ, aɪm əˈfreɪd aɪ kænt," sɛd ˈmæθju, hu wəz ˈɡɛtɪŋ ə ˈlɪtəl ˈdɪzi. |
"Well, whatever it was it must have been something nice because she was divinely beautiful. | wɛl, wəˈɛvɚ ɪt wəz ɪt mʌst həv bɪn ˈsʌmθɪŋ naɪs bɪˈkɑz ʃiː wəz dɪˈvaɪnli ˈbjutəfəl. |
Have you ever imagined what it must feel like to be divinely beautiful?" | hæv juː ˈɛvər ˈɪˈmæʤɪnd wɑːt ɪt ˈmʌst fiːl laɪk tə biː dɪˈvaɪnli ˈbjuːtɪfəl" |
Which would you rather be if you had the choice-divinely beautiful or dazzlingly clever or angelically good?" | wɪtʃ wʊd juː ˈræðə biː ɪf juː hæd ðə tʃɔɪs-ˈdaɪvɪnli ˈbjutɪfəl ɔːr ˈdæzlɪŋli ˈklɛvər ɔːr ˌeɪndʒəˈlɪkli ɡʊd |
It's certain I'll never be angelically good. | ɪts ˈsɜrtən aɪl ˈnɛvər biː ˌeɪnʤəˈlɪkli ɡʊd. |
mrs Spencer says-oh, mr Cuthbert! | mɪsɪz ˈspɛnsər sɛz-oʊ, mɪs.tər ˈkʌθbərt! |
They had simply rounded a curve in the road and found themselves in the "Avenue." | ðeɪ hæd ˈsɪmpli ˈraʊndɪd ə kɜrv ɪn ðə ˈroʊd ænd faʊnd ðəmˈsɛlvz ɪn ðə "ˈævəˌnju". |
Did you ever have an ache like that, mr Cuthbert?" | dɪd ju ˈɛvər hæv ən eɪk laɪk ðæt, mɪstər ˈkʌθbərt" |
"Well now, I just can't recollect that I ever had." | wɛl naʊ, aɪ ʤʌst kænt ˌrɪkəˈlɛkt ðæt aɪ ˈɛvər hæd. |
Something still pleasanter may come after, but you can never be sure. | ˈsʌmθɪŋ stɪl ˈplɛzntər meɪ kʌm ˈæftər, bət jʊ kæn ˈnɛvər bi ʃʊr. |
But I'm glad to think of getting home. | bʌt aɪm ɡlæd tuː θɪŋk ʌv ˈɡɛtɪŋ hoʊm. |
Do you think it can? | dʊ jʊ θɪŋk ɪt kæn |
But why do other people call it Barry's pond?" | bʌt waɪ du ˈʌðər ˈpipəl kɔl ɪt ˈbæriz pɑnd" |
Orchard Slope's the name of his place. | ˈɔrʧərd sloʊps ðə neɪm əv hɪz pleɪs. |
So I shut my eyes. | soʊ aɪ ʃʌt maɪ aɪz |
Because, you see, if the bridge DID crumple up I'd want to SEE it crumple. | bɪˈkɔz, ju si, ɪf ðə brɪʤ dɪd ˈkrʌmpəl ʌp aɪd wɑnt tu si ɪt ˈkrʌmpəl. |
I always like the rumble part of it. | aɪ ˈɔlweɪz laɪk ðə ˈrʌmbəl ˈpɑrt əv ɪt. |
Now I'll look back. | naʊ aɪl lʊk bæk |
I'm sure I'll guess right." | aɪm ˈʃʊr aɪl ɡɛs raɪt. |
"That's it, isn't it?" she said, pointing. | "ðæts ɪt, ˈɪznt ɪt?" ʃi sɛd, ˈpɔɪntɪŋ. |
But I reckon mrs Spencer described it so's you could tell." | bʌt aɪ ˈrɛkən mɪsɪz ˈspɛnsər dɪsˈkraɪbd ɪt soʊz ju kʊd ˈtɛl. |
"No, she didn't-really she didn't. | noʊ, ʃi ˈdɪdənʔriəli ʃi ˈdɪdənt |
All she said might just as well have been about most of those other places. | ɔl ʃi sɛd maɪt ʤʌst əz wɛl hæv bɪn əˈbaʊt moʊst əv ðoʊz ˈʌðər ˈpleɪsɪz. |
I hadn't any real idea what it looked like. | aɪ ˈhædnt ˈɛni ˈril aɪˈdiə wɑt ɪt lʊkt laɪk. |
Villefort's conduct, therefore, upon reflection, appeared to the baroness as if shaped for their mutual advantage. | vɪlˈfɔrts ˈkɑndʌkt, ˈðɛrˌfɔr, əˈpɔn rəˈflɛkʃən, əˈpɪrd tʊ ðə bəˈronɪs əz ɪf ʃeɪpt fɔr ðeɪr mjuˈtʃuəl ədˈvæntɪʤ. |
She would invoke the past, recall old recollections; she would supplicate him by the remembrance of guilty, yet happy days. | ʃi wʊd ɪnˈvoʊk ðə pæst, rɪˈkɔl oʊld ˌrɛkəˈlɛkʃənz; ʃi wʊd ˈsʌplɪˌkeɪt ˈhɪm baɪ ðə rɪˈmɛmbɚəns əv ˈɡɪlti, jɛt ˈhæpi deɪz. |
"Do you intend opening the door?" said the baroness. | ˈdu jʊ ɪnˈtɛnd ˈoʊpənɪŋ ðə dɔr? sɛd ðə bəˈrɑnɪs. |
"Who am I? You know me well enough." | "hu ˈæm aɪ? ju noʊ mi ˈwɛl ɪˈnʌf." |
Your name?" | jɔr neɪm" |
And now, what do you want?" | ænd naʊ wɑt du jə wɑnt |
"Oh, how extraordinary! | oʊ, haʊ ɪkˈstrɔrdəˌnɛri! |
"A mischance?" repeated the baroness. | ə ˈmɪstʃæns? rɪˈpiːtɪd ðə bəˈroʊnəs. |
Come, forget him for a moment, and instead of pursuing him let him go." | kʌm, fərˈɡɛt hɪm fɔr ə ˈmoʊmənt, ænd ɪnˈstɛd əv pərˈsujɪŋ hɪm lɛt hɪm ɡo. |
"At least keep him there till my daughter be married." | ət ˈlist kip ˈhɪm ðɛr tɪl maɪ ˈdɔtər bi ˈmærɪd |
"I was not thinking of that," replied Madame Danglars quickly. | aɪ wəz nɑt ˈθɪŋkɪŋ ʌv ðæt, rɪˈplaɪd məˈdæm ˈdæŋɡlɑrz ˈkwɪkli. |
"Well, I own it." | wɛl, aɪ ˈoʊn ɪt. |
Has the law ears to be melted by your sweet voice? | hæz ðə lɔ ɪrz tu bi ˈmɛltɪd baɪ jɔr swit vɔɪs |
You will tell me that I am a living being, and not a code-a man, and not a volume. | ju wɪl tɛl mi ðæt aɪ æm ə ˈlɪvɪŋ ˈbiɪŋ, ænd nɑt ə koʊd-ə ˈmæn, ænd nɑt ə ˈvɑljum. |
Have they spared me? | hæv ðeɪ speərd miː |
No, madame, they struck me, always struck me! | noʊ, məˈdæm, ðeɪ strʌk mi, ˈɔlˌweɪz strʌk mi! |
I have always found them; and more,--I repeat it with joy, with triumph,--I have always found some proof of human perversity or error. | aɪ hæv ˈɔlweɪz faʊnd ðɛm; ænd mɔr, aɪ rɪˈpiːt ɪt wɪθ ʤɔɪ, wɪθ ˈtraɪʌmf, aɪ hæv ˈɔlweɪz faʊnd sʌm pruf ʌv ˈhjumən pɜrˈvɜrsəti ɔr ˈɛrər. |
"The weakness of a murderer!" | ðə ˈwiknəs əv ə ˈmɜrdərər |
"His dishonor reflects upon us." | hɪz ˈdɪsˌɑnər rɪˈflɛkts əˈpɑn ˈʌs. |
They went up by the stair, because they thought this would make a better impression. | ðeɪ wɛnt ʌp baɪ ðə stɛr, bɪˈkɔz ðeɪ θɔt ðɪs wʊd meɪk ə ˈbɛtər ɪmˈprɛʃən. |
Because, if so, we can go away." | bɪˈkɔz, ɪf soʊ, wi kæn ɡoʊ əˈweɪ. |
Then he burst into tears, and the truth came out. | ðɛn hi bɜrst ˈɪntu tɪrz, ænd ðə truθ keɪm aʊt. |
"No, I don't. | ˈnoʊ, aɪ doʊnt. |
"Rather not. | "ˈræðər ˈnɑt." |
"Then follow the leader," he cried gaily. | ðɛn ˈfɑloʊ ðə ˈlidər, hi kraɪd ˈɡeɪli. |
"Oh dear, are you going away?" | oʊ dɪər, ɑr juː ɡoʊɪŋ əˈweɪ? |
"About me, peter?" | əˈbaʊt miː, ˈpiːtər? |
"no" | nəʊ |
"Would you send me to school?" he inquired craftily. | "wʊd ju sɛnd mi tu skul?" hi ɪnˈkwaɪrd ˈkræftɪli. |
"Yes." | jɛs. |
"And then to an office?" | ænd ðɛn tu ən ˈɔfɪs |
"I don't want to be a man. | aɪ doʊnt wɑnt tu bi ə mæn. |
"peter," said Wendy the comforter, "I should love you in a beard;" and mrs Darling stretched out her arms to him, but he repulsed her. | "ˈpitər," sɛd ˈwɛndi ðə ˈkʌmfərtər, "aɪ ʃʊd lʌv ju ɪn ə bɪrd;" ænd mɪsɪz ˈdɑrlɪŋ ˈstrɛʧt aʊt hər ɑrmz tu ɪm, bət hi rɪˈpʌlsd hər." |
"Keep back, lady, no one is going to catch me and make me a man." | "kip bæk, ˈleɪdi, noʊ wʌn ɪz ˈɡoʊɪŋ tu kæʧ mi ænd meɪk mi ə mæn." |
"But where are you going to live?" | bʌt ˈwɛr ər ju ˈɡoʊɪŋ tu lɪv |
"I thought all the fairies were dead," mrs Darling said. | aɪ θɔt ɔl ðə ˈfɛriz wɜr dɛd, mɪsɪz ˈdɑrlɪŋ sɛd. |
"I shall have Tink." | aɪ ʃæl hæv tɪŋk. |
"Tink can't go a twentieth part of the way round," she reminded him a little tartly. | "ˈtɪŋk kænt ɡoʊ ə twɛn.tiəθ pɑrt əv ðə weɪ raʊnd," ʃiː rɪˈmaɪndɪd ɪm ə ˈlɪtəl ˈtɑrtliː. |
"Sneaky tell tale!" Tink called out from somewhere round the corner. | "ˈsniki ˈtɛl ˈteɪl" tɪŋk ˈkɔld aʊt frɒm ˈsʌmˌwɛə raʊnd ðə ˈkɔrnər. |
"It doesn't matter," peter said. | ɪt ˈdəzənt ˈmætər, ˈpiːtər sɛd. |
"Certainly not. | ˈsɜrtənli nɑt. |
"But he does so need a mother." | bʌt hi ˈdʌz soʊ nid ə ˈmʌðər. |