text_original: "Perchance I am ghost ridden," she said. "They are not ghosts of a past happiness, at all events," he answered. She sat down on a stool before the hearth, and clasping her fingers upon her knee looked thoughtfully into the embers of the fire.
text_transcription: PERCHANCE I AM GHOST RIDDEN SHE SAID THEY ARE NOT GHOSTS OF A PAST HAPPINESS AT ALL EVENTS HE ANSWERED SHE SAT DOWN ON THE STOOL BEFORE THE HEARTH AND CLASPING HER FINGERS UPON HER KNEE LOOKED THOUGHTFULLY INTO THE EMBERS OF THE FIRE
phonemes: "pɚtʃˈæns aɪɐm ɡˈoʊst ɹˈɪdən," ʃiː sˈɛd. "ðeɪ ɑːɹ nˌɑːt ɡˈoʊsts əvə pˈæst hˈæpɪnəs, æɾ ˈɔːl ᵻvˈɛnts," hiː ˈænsɚd. ʃiː sˈæt dˌaʊn ˌɔn ɐ stˈuːl bᵻfˌɔːɹ ðə hˈɑːɹθ, ænd klˈæspɪŋ hɜː fˈɪŋɡɚz əpˌɑːn hɜː nˈiː lˈʊkt θˈɔːtfəli ˌɪntʊ ðɪ ˈɛmbɚz ʌvðə fˈaɪɚ.