text_original: There was the house with its gallery, its curved dormer roof and its belvedere; and a white, girlish figure flitted down the steps. It was Mademoiselle Antoinette, and no sooner had her father dismounted than she threw herself into his arms.
text_transcription: THERE WAS THE HOUSE WITH ITS GALLERY ITS CURVED DORMER ROOF AND ITS VELVEDERE AND A WHITE GIRLISH FIGURE FLITTED DOWN THE STEPS IT WAS MADEMOISELLE ANTOINETTE AND NO SOONER HAD HER FATHER DISMOUNTED THAN SHE THREW HERSELF INTO HIS ARMS
phonemes: ðɛɹwˌʌz ðə hˈaʊs wɪð ɪts ɡˈælɚɹi, ɪts kˈɜːvd dˈɔːɹmɚ ɹˈuːf ænd ɪts bˈɛlvɪdˌɪɹ; ænd ɐ wˈaɪt, ɡˈɜːlɪʃ fˈɪɡjɚ flˈɪɾᵻd dˌaʊn ðə stˈɛps. ɪt wʌz mˈædəməzˌɛl ˌæntɔɪnˈɛt, ænd nˈoʊ sˈuːnɚ hæd hɜː fˈɑːðɚ dɪsmˈaʊntᵻd ðɐn ʃiː θɹˈuː hɜːsˈɛlf ˌɪntʊ hɪz ˈɑːɹmz.