text_original: She had a vision of those jewels, buried, poor things! in the grey slime, a prey to gloom, and robbed for ever of their light and colour. And, as though she had sinned, wronged the gentle essence of her nature, she hurried away.
text_transcription: SHE HAD A VISION OF THOSE JEWELS BURIED POOR THINGS INTO GREY SLIME A PREY TO GLOOM AND ROBBED FOREVER OF THEIR LIGHT AND COLOR AND AS THOUGH SHE HAD SINNED WRONGED THE GENTLE ESSENCE OF HER NATURE SHE HURRIED AWAY
phonemes: ʃiː hæd ɐ vˈɪʒən ʌv ðoʊz dʒˈuːəlz, bˈɛɹid, pˈʊɹ θˈɪŋz! ɪnðə ɡɹˈeɪ slˈaɪm, ɐ pɹˈeɪ tə ɡlˈuːm, ænd ɹˈɑːbd fɔːɹ ˈɛvɚɹ ʌv ðɛɹ lˈaɪt ænd kˈʌlɚ. ænd, æz ðˌoʊ ʃiː hæd sˈɪnd, ɹˈɔŋd ðə dʒˈɛntəl ˈɛsəns ʌv hɜː nˈeɪtʃɚ, ʃiː hˈɜːɹid ɐwˈeɪ.