text_original: Her terror called up her self possession. She drew George down on the sofa by her side, and the thought flashed through her: 'How many times has he not sat here with that woman in his arms!' "You didn't come for me last night, dear! I got the tickets, such good ones!"
text_transcription: HER TERROR CALLED UP HER SELF POSSESSION SHE DREW GEORGE DOWN ON THE SOFA BY HER SIDE AND THE THOUGHT FLASHED THROUGH HER HOW MANY TIMES HAS HE NOT SET HERE WITH THAT WOMAN IN HIS ARMS YOU DIDN'T COME FOR ME LAST NIGHT DEAR I GOT THE TICKETS SUCH GOOD ONES
phonemes: hɜː tˈɛɹɚ kˈɔːld ˌʌp hɜː sˈɛlf pəzˈɛʃən. ʃiː dɹˈuː dʒˈɔːɹdʒ dˌaʊn ɔnðə sˈoʊfə baɪ hɜː sˈaɪd, ænd ðə θˈɔːt flˈæʃt θɹˈuː hɜː: hˌaʊ mˈɛni tˈaɪmz hɐz hiː nˌɑːt sˈæt hˈɪɹ wɪð ðæt wˈʊmən ɪn hɪz ˈɑːɹmz! "juː dˈɪdnt kˈʌm fɔːɹ mˌiː lˈæst nˈaɪt, dˈɪɹ! aɪ ɡɑːt ðə tˈɪkɪts, sˈʌtʃ ɡˈʊd wˌʌnz!"