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phoneme - 3
User: bjb
Date: 2/24/2012 9:02 am
Views: 1553
Rating: 5

Speaker Characteristics:


Gender: female;

Age range: adult;

Language: EN;

Pronunciation dialect: Canadian English.


Recording Information (don't worry if you can't find some of this information):


Microphone make: there is no name on it - whitebox;

Microphone type: desktop mic;

Audio card make: Analog Devices AD1989B;

Audio card type: integrated;

Audio Recording Software: Audacity rel 1.3.12-beta;

O/S: Debian Squeeze.


File Info: 


File type: FLAC;

Sampling rate: 48kHz;

Sample rate format: 16bit;

Number of channels: 1;

Audio Processing: no.

Copyright (C) 2012  [Brenda J. Butler]
These files are free software; you can redistribute them and/or
modify them under the terms of the GNU General Public License
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vf3-01 What if she did not come to the rock 
vf3-02 His face was streaming with blood 
vf3-03 A shadow was creeping over Pierre's eyes 
vf3-04 Scarcely had he uttered the name when Pierre's closing eyes shot open 
vf3-05 A trickle of fresh blood ran over his face 
vf3-06 Death had come with terrible suddenness 
vf3-07 Philip bent lower, and stared into the face of the dead man 
vf3-08 He made sure that the magazine was loaded, and resumed his paddling 
vf3-09 The nightglow was treacherous to shoot by 
vf3-10 The singing voice approached rapidly 
vf3-11 His blood grew hot with rage at the thought 
vf3-12 He went down in midstream, searching the shadows of both shores 
vf3-13 For a full minute he crouched and listened 
vf3-14 He had barely entered this when he saw the glow of a fire 
vf3-15 A big canvas tent was the first thing to come within his vision 
vf3-16 Perhaps she had already met her fate a little deeper in the forest 
vf3-17 Then you can arrange yourself comfortably among these robes in the bow 
vf3-18 Shall I carry you 
vf3-19 A maddening joy pounded in his brain 
vf3-20 You must sleep, he urged
vf3-21 You, you would not keep the truth from me 
vf3-22 He will follow us soon 
vf3-23 But there came no promise from the bow of the canoe 
vf3-24 She was sleeping under his protection as sweetly as a child 
vf3-25 Only, it is so wonderful, so almost impossible to believe 
vf3-26 The emotion which she had suppressed burst forth now in a choking sob 
vf3-27 If you only could know how I thank you 
vf3-28 He waded into the edge of the water and began scrubbing himself 
vf3-29 Do you know that you are shaking my confidence in you 
vf3-30 Much, replied Jeanne, as tersely 
vf3-31 Instead, he joined her; and they ate like two hungry children 
vf3-32 He was wounded in the arm 
vf3-33 I suppose you picked that lingo up among the Indians 
vf3-34 Her words sent a strange chill through Philip 
vf3-35 He had no excuse for the feelings which were aroused in him 
vf3-36 Was it the rendezvous of those who were striving to work his ruin 
vf3-37 She added, with genuine sympathy in her face and voice 
vf3-38 Pierre obeys me when we are together 
vf3-39 Jeanne was turning the bow shoreward 
vf3-40 My right foot feels like that of a Chinese debutante

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