Short reading taken from a pair of classic British books.
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Vocal Characteristics
Language
EnglishVoice Age
Middle Aged (35-54)Accents
British (General)Transcript
Note: Transcripts are generated using speech recognition software and may contain errors.
the moment was not quite so triumphant as it ought to have been. To begin with, The resources of Tommy's pockets were somewhat limited. In the end, the fair was managed, the lady recollecting a plebian tuppence, and the driver, still holding the very disgorgement of coins in his hand, was prevailed upon to move on, which he did after one last house demand as to what the gentleman thought he was giving him. I think you've given him too much, Tommy said, toughens innocently. I fancy he wants to give some of it back. It was possibly this remark which induced the driver to move away. Well said Mr Beresford at length, able to relieve his feelings. What the dickens did you want to take a taxi for? I was afraid I might be late and keep you waiting, sir. Toughens gently. Afraid you might be late. Oh, Lord, I give it up, said Mr Beresford. And really and truly continued toughens, opening her eyes very wide. I haven't got anything smaller than a £5 note. You did that part of it very well. All been, but all the same the fellow wasn't taken in. Not for a moment. No, sir. Toppings. Thoughtfully. He didn't believe it. That's the curious part about speaking the truth. No one does believe it. I found that out this morning. Now let's go to lunch. How about the Savoy? Tommy Grand for Caterpillar and Alice looked at each other for some time in silence. At last, the caterpillar took the hooker out of its mouth and addressed her in a languid, sleepy voice. Who are you? Said the caterpillar. This was not an encouraging opening for a conversation, Alice replied, rather shyly. I hardly know, sir. Just at present. At least I know who I was when I got up this morning. But I think I must have been changed several times since then. What do you mean by that? Said the Caterpillar. Stoneleigh, Explain yourself. I can't explain myself. I'm afraid, sir, said Alice. Because I'm not myself. You see, I don't see so the caterpillar. I'm afraid I can't put it more clearly, Alice replied very politely, for I can't understand it myself. To begin with and being so many different sizes in a day is very confusing. It isn't, said the caterpillar. Well, perhaps you haven't found it so yet, said Alice. But when you have to turn into a chrysalis, you will. Someday, you know. And then after that, into a butterfly, I should think you'll feel it a little queer, won't you?
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Conversational, Narrator, Posh, Whimsical, British (General)