text_original: She looked in the window of a hat shop, and found pleasure in the sight of herself. The window was kind to her grey linen, with black velvet knots and guipure, though it was two years old; but, then, she had only been able to wear it once last summer, owing to poor Hubert's death.
text_transcription: SHE LOOKED IN THE WINDOW OF A HAT SHOP AND FOUND PLEASURE IN THE SIGHT OF HERSELF THE WINDOW WAS KIND TO HER GRAY LINEN WITH BLACK VELVET KNOTS AND CAPE PURE THOUGH IT WAS TWO YEARS OLD BUT THEN SHE HAD ONLY BEEN ABLE TO WEAR IT ONCE LAST SUMMER OWING TO POOR HUBERT'S DEATH
phonemes: ʃiː lˈʊkt ɪnðə wˈɪndoʊ əvə hˈæt ʃˈɑːp, ænd fˈaʊnd plˈɛʒɚɹ ɪnðə sˈaɪt ʌv hɜːsˈɛlf. ðə wˈɪndoʊ wʌz kˈaɪnd tə hɜː ɡɹˈeɪ lˈɪnɪn, wɪð blˈæk vˈɛlvɪt nˈɑːts ænd ɡˈɪpjʊɹ, ðˌoʊ ɪt wʌz tˈuː jˈɪɹz ˈoʊld; bˌʌt, ðˈɛn, ʃiː hæd ˈoʊnli bˌɪn ˈeɪbəl tə wˈɛɹ ɪt wˈʌns lˈæst sˈʌmɚ, ˈoʊɪŋ tə pˈʊɹ hjˈuːbɚts dˈɛθ.