text_original: Mademoiselle shot at me the swiftest and shyest of glances, and turned to us once more her quivering shoulders. There was a brief silence.
text_transcription: MADEMOISELLE SHOT AT ME THE SWIFTEST AND SHYEST OF GLANCES AND TURNED TO US ONCE MORE HER QUIVERING SHOULDERS THERE WAS A BRIEF SILENCE
phonemes: mˈædəməzˌɛl ʃˈɑːt æt mˌiː ðə swˈɪftɪst ænd ʃˈaɪɪst ʌv ɡlˈænsᵻz, ænd tˈɜːnd tʊ ˌʌs wˈʌns mˈɔːɹ hɜː kwˈɪvɚɹɪŋ ʃˈoʊldɚz. ðɛɹwˌʌz ɐ bɹˈiːf sˈaɪləns.