text_original: She suddenly felt sorry for him and all those other young men behind the lumps of paper, and the thought went flashing through her mind, 'I suppose it's all because people can't agree.' She was shown in to Mr. Paramor at last. In his large empty room, with its air of past grandeur, she sat gazing at three La France roses in a tumbler of water with the feeling that she would never be able to begin.
text_transcription: SHE SUDDENLY FELT SORRY FOR HIM AND ALL THOSE OTHER YOUNG MEN BEHIND THE LUMPS OF PAPER AND THE THOUGHT WENT FLASHING THROUGH HER MIND I SUPPOSE IT'S ALL BECAUSE PEOPLE CAN'T AGREE SHE WAS SHOWN INTO MISTER PARAMOUR AT LAST IN HIS LARGE EMPTY ROOM WITH ITS AIR OF PAST GRANDEUR SHE SAT GAZING AT THREE LA FRANCE ROSES IN A TUMBLER OF WATER WITH THE FEELING THAT SHE WOULD NEVER BE ABLE TO BEGIN
phonemes: ʃiː sˈʌdənli fˈɛlt sˈɑːɹi fɔːɹ hˌɪm ænd ˈɔːl ðoʊz ˈʌðɚ jˈʌŋ mˈɛn bᵻhˌaɪnd ðə lˈʌmps ʌv pˈeɪpɚ, ænd ðə θˈɔːt wɛnt flˈæʃɪŋ θɹuː hɜː mˈaɪnd, aɪ səpˈoʊz ɪts ˈɔːl bɪkˈʌz pˈiːpəl kˈænt ɐɡɹˈiː.ʃiː wʌz ʃˈoʊn ɪn tə mˈɪstɚ. pˈæɹəmɚɹ æt lˈæst. ɪn hɪz lˈɑːɹdʒ ˈɛmpti ɹˈuːm, wɪð ɪts ˈɛɹ ʌv pˈæst ɡɹændˈʊɹ, ʃiː sˈæt ɡˈeɪzɪŋ æt θɹˈiː lˌæ fɹˈæns ɹˈoʊzᵻz ɪn ɐ tˈʌmblɚɹ ʌv wˈɔːɾɚ wɪððə fˈiːlɪŋ ðæt ʃiː wʊd nˈɛvɚ biː ˈeɪbəl tə bɪɡˈɪn.