text_original: I went forward a few steps, hesitated, and bowed. She courtesied, my name faltering on her lips. Yes, it was Antoinette, not the light hearted girl whom we had heard singing "Ma luron" in the garden, but a woman now with a strange beauty that astonished me.
text_transcription: I WENT FORWARD A FEW STEPS HESITATED AND BOWED SHE CURTSIED MY NAME FALTERING ON HER LIPS YES IT WAS ANTOINETTE NOT THE LIGHT HEARTED GIRL WE HAD HEARD SINGING MOLLARENT IN THE GARDEN BUT A WOMAN NOW WITH A STRANGE BEAUTY THAT ASTONISHED ME
phonemes: aɪ wɛnt fˈɔːɹwɚd ɐ fjˈuː stˈɛps, hˈɛzᵻtˌeɪɾᵻd, ænd bˈaʊd. ʃiː kˈɜːɾəsid, maɪ nˈeɪm fˈɔltɚɹɪŋ ˌɔn hɜː lˈɪps. jˈɛs, ɪt wʌz ˌæntɔɪnˈɛt, nˌɑːt ðə lˈaɪt hˈɑːɹɾᵻd ɡˈɜːl hˈuːm wiː hæd hˈɜːd sˈɪŋɪŋ "mˈɑː lˈʊɹɹɑːn" ɪnðə ɡˈɑːɹdən, bˌʌt ɐ wˈʊmən nˈaʊ wɪð ɐ stɹˈeɪndʒ bjˈuːɾi ðæt ɐstˈɑːnɪʃt mˌiː.