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This voicereel includes an extract of The Birds by Daphne de Maurier, a classical monologue of Joan of Arc from Henry VI, Part One, and collection of extracts from a radio play 'Blood in the Bridal Shop'. These were all recorded at Christchurch Studios in Bristol.

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Vocal Characteristics

Language

English

Voice Age

Young Adult (18-35)

Accents

British (England - Yorkshire & Humber) British (General) British (Received Pronunciation - RP, BBC)

Transcript

Note: Transcripts are generated using speech recognition software and may contain errors.
presently, the tapping came again, this time more forceful, more insistent. And now his wife woke up the sound and turning in the bed, said to him, See to the window Now it's rattling. I have already seen to it, he told her. There's some bird they're trying to get in. Can't you hear the wind? It's blowing from the east, Drive in the birds to shelter. Send them away, she said. I can't sleep with that noise. But they were not yet defeated for again and again, they returned to the assault, jabbing his hands, his head, the little stabbing beaks. Sharpe has pointed forks how long he fought with them in the darkness he could not tell. But at last the beating of the wings about him lessened and then withdrew, and through the density off the blanket, he was aware of light. He waited, listened. There was no sound except the frightful crying of one of the Children from the bedroom. Beyond the flattering, the worrying off the wings had ceased. First, let me tell you whom you have condemned, not me begotten of a shepherd swain, but issued from the progeny of kings, virtuous and holy chosen from above by inspiration off celestial grace to work exceeding miracles on Earth. I never had to do with wicked spirit but you that a tainted with your lost's corrupt and polluted. It's by 1000 vices Because you want the grace that do this half You're judging straight a thing impossible to compass wonders. But by help of devils, no misconceived Joan of Arc have been a virgin from a tender youth chest and immaculate in very thought who's made in blood thus rigorously infused will cry for vengeance at the gates of heaven. Look at you so happy to have tracked me down. Yes, I'm so glad I I should have never lost a rosy in the first place because now you're here. I suppose you can elbow in on my decisions now. Come on, Judy. If we could all calm down, being really quite busy here, actually, she's as beautiful now as the first day I saw just when I try to put a bit of myself into something. Well, I'm not invisible. Nicholas could be just me and Rosie in this room. I'm right here and I'm travelling. I just want to reach out to her mom. She told you not to open the God. What was that? Trevor, get me a glass, right? Champagne come from? You know, maybe I'll just drink it from the mobile. Oh, thiss wedding has been my creation, Nicholas. And you can't just waltz in here now and trample all over it. That's not why I'm here. Because it is. I can't believe that ridiculous woman won't even sell Judy sh She's only next door. I mean, does she even understand the principles of a shop? People come in tow by things. I'm going to get her good old Judy stayed a Lydia. Don't take that dress off. I know I'll help. Excuse us a moment. No, Pope. I'm sorry, Mom. Come on, pitch in over your head. I shouldn't have let you think this was what I wanted. I've told you enough lies in my time. I'm not going to do that anymore. No. Well, you might have admitted it earlier, but never mind. We'll work it out. Where's your other shoe? We should get going with that crazy woman burns the place down