text_original: More ominous still, a sound like a rising wind came from the direction of the quarters. Into our little dining room burst Mrs. Temple herself, slamming the door behind her.
text_transcription: MORE OMINOUS STILL A SOUND LIKE A RISING WIND CAME FROM THE DIRECTION OF THE QUARTERS INTO OUR LITTLE DINING ROOM BURST MISSUS TEMPLE HERSELF SLAMMING THE DOOR BEHIND HER
phonemes: mˈɔːɹ ˈɑːmɪnəs stˈɪl, ɐ sˈaʊnd lˈaɪk ɐ ɹˈaɪzɪŋ wˈɪnd kˈeɪm fɹʌmðə dᵻɹˈɛkʃən ʌvðə kwˈɔːɹɾɚz. ˌɪntʊ ˌaʊɚ lˈɪɾəl dˈaɪnɪŋ ɹˈuːm bˈɜːst mˈɪsɪz. tˈɛmpəl hɜːsˈɛlf, slˈæmɪŋ ðə dˈɔːɹ bᵻhˈaɪnd hɜː.