text_original: I looked up, burning with this praise from Tom (for I had never thought of praise nor of anything save his happiness and Polly Ann's). I looked up, and my eyes were caught and held with a strange fascination by fearless blue ones that gazed down into them.
text_transcription: I LOOKED UP BURNING WITH THIS PRAISE FROM TOM FOR I HAD NEVER THOUGHT OF PRAISE NOR ANYTHING SAVE HIS HAPPINESS AND POLLYANS I LOOKED UP AND MY EYES WERE CAUGHT AND HELD WITH A STRANGE FASCINATION BY FEARLESS BLUE ONES THEY GAZED DOWN INTO THEM
phonemes: aɪ lˈʊkt ˈʌp, bˈɜːnɪŋ wɪð ðɪs pɹˈeɪz fɹʌm tˈɑːm (fɔːɹ aɪ hæd nˈɛvɚ θˈɔːt ʌv pɹˈeɪz nˈɔːɹ ʌv ˈɛnɪθˌɪŋ sˈeɪv hɪz hˈæpɪnəs ænd pˈɑːli ˈænz). aɪ lˈʊkt ˈʌp, ænd maɪ ˈaɪz wɜː kˈɔːt ænd hˈɛld wɪð ɐ stɹˈeɪndʒ fˌæsᵻnˈeɪʃən baɪ fˈɪɹləs blˈuː wˈʌnz ðæt ɡˈeɪzd dˈaʊn ˌɪntʊ ðˌɛm.