text_original: The faces of the Rector and Mr. Pendyce were turned up at the same angle, and different as those faces and figures were in their eternal rivalry of type, a sort of essential likeness struck her with a feeling of surprise.
text_transcription: THE FACES OF THE RECTOR AND MISTER PENDISE WERE TURNED UP AT THE SAME ANGLE AND DIFFERENT AS THOSE FACES AND FIGURES WERE IN THEIR ETERNAL RIVALRY OF TYPE A SORT OF ESSENTIAL LIKENESS STRUCK HER WITH A FEELING OF SURPRISE
phonemes: ðə fˈeɪsᵻz ʌvðə ɹˈɛktɚ ænd mˈɪstɚ. pˈɛndaɪs wɜː tˈɜːnd ˌʌp æt ðə sˈeɪm ˈæŋɡəl, ænd dˈɪfɹənt æz ðoʊz fˈeɪsᵻz ænd fˈɪɡjɚz wɜːɹ ɪn ðɛɹ ɪtˈɜːnəl ɹˈaɪvəlɹi ʌv tˈaɪp, ɐ sˈɔːɹt ʌv ᵻsˈɛnʃəl lˈaɪknəs stɹˈʌk hɜː wɪð ɐ fˈiːlɪŋ ʌv sɚpɹˈaɪz.