text_original: The good old negress brushed her eyes with her apron as she pressed a cake upon me she had made herself, for she had grown fond of me. And presently we went away silently to bed.
text_transcription: THE GOOD OLD NEGRESS BRUSHED HER EYES WITH HER APRON AS SHE PRESSED A CAKE UPON ME SHE HAD MADE HERSELF FOR SHE HAD GROWN FOND OF ME AND PRESENTLY WE WENT AWAY SILENTLY TO BED
phonemes: ðə ɡˈʊd ˈoʊld niːɡɹˈɛs bɹˈʌʃt hɜːɹ ˈaɪz wɪð hɜːɹ ˈeɪpɹən æz ʃiː pɹˈɛst ɐ kˈeɪk əpˌɑːn mˌiː ʃiː hæd mˌeɪd hɜːsˈɛlf, fɔːɹ ʃiː hæd ɡɹˈoʊn fˈɑːnd ʌv mˌiː. ænd pɹˈɛzəntli wiː wɛnt ɐwˈeɪ sˈaɪləntli tə bˈɛd.