text_original: Polly Ann looked at him like a frightened doe. And as she stared, uncertain whether to stay or fly, the color surged into her cheeks and mounted to her fair forehead.
text_transcription: POLLY ANN LOOKED AT HIM LIKE A FRIGHTENED DOE AND AS SHE STARED UNCERTAIN WHETHER TO STAY OR FLY THE COLOR SURGED INTO HER CHEEKS AND MOUNTED TO HER FAIR FOREHEAD
phonemes: pˈɑːli ˈæn lˈʊkt æt hˌɪm lˈaɪk ɐ fɹˈaɪʔn̩d dˈoʊ. ænd æz ʃiː stˈɛɹd, ʌnsˈɜːʔn̩ wˈɛðɚ tə stˈeɪ ɔːɹ flˈaɪ, ðə kˈʌlɚ sˈɜːdʒd ˌɪntʊ hɜː tʃˈiːks ænd mˈaʊntᵻd tə hɜː fˈɛɹ fˈɔːɹhɛd.