text_original: She shot at him a withering look, for even in her fear she would brook no liberties.
text_transcription: SHE SHOT AT HIM A WITHERING LOOK FOR EVEN IN HER FIGURE SHE WOULD BROOK NO LIBERTIES
phonemes: ʃiː ʃˈɑːt æt hˌɪm ɐ wˈɪðɚɹɪŋ lˈʊk, fɔːɹ ˈiːvən ɪn hɜː fˈɪɹ ʃiː wʊd bɹˈʊk nˈoʊ lˈɪbɚɾiz.