text_original: She saw him deadly pale with tightened lips that afternoon after he had escaped from her, half cured of laryngitis, and stolen out shooting by himself, and she remembered his words: "Well, Mother, I couldn't stand it any longer; it was too beastly slow!"
text_transcription: SHE SAW HIM DEADLY PALE WITH TIGHTENED LIPS THAT AFTERNOON AFTER HE HAD ESCAPED FROM HER HALF CURED OF LARYNGITIS AND STOLEN OUT SHOOTING BY HIMSELF AND SHE REMEMBERED HIS WORDS MOTHER I COULDN'T STAND IT ANY LONGER IT WAS TOO BEASTLY SLOW
phonemes: ʃiː sˈɔː hˌɪm dˈɛdli pˈeɪl wɪð tˈaɪʔn̩d lˈɪps ðæt ˌæftɚnˈuːn ˈæftɚ hiː hæd ɛskˈeɪpt fɹʌm hɜː, hˈæf kjˈʊɹd ʌv lˌæɹɪndʒˈaɪɾɪs, ænd stˈoʊlən ˈaʊt ʃˈuːɾɪŋ baɪ hɪmsˈɛlf, ænd ʃiː ɹᵻmˈɛmbɚd hɪz wˈɜːdz: "wˈɛl, mˈʌðɚ, aɪ kˌʊdənt stˈænd ɪɾ ˌɛni lˈɔŋɡɚ; ɪt wʌz tˈuː bˈiːstli slˈoʊ!"