text_original: Sarah Temple, the beauty, was dead indeed. The hope which threatened to light again the dead fires in the woman's eyes frightened me. "Ah," she said sharply, "you are deceiving me. It is not like you, David. You are deceiving me.
text_transcription: SARAH TEMPLE THE BEAUTY WAS DEAD INDEED THE HOPE WHICH THREATENED TO LIGHT AGAIN THE DEAD FIRES IN THE WOMAN'S EYES FRIGHTENED ME AH SHE SAID SHARPLY YOU ARE DECEIVING ME IT IS NOT LIKE YOU DAVID YOU ARE DECEIVING ME
phonemes: sˈɛɹə tˈɛmpəl, ðə bjˈuːɾi, wʌz dˈɛd ˌɪndˈiːd. ðə hˈoʊp wˌɪtʃ θɹˈɛʔn̩d tə lˈaɪt ɐɡˈɛn ðə dˈɛd fˈaɪɚz ɪnðə wˈʊmənz ˈaɪz fɹˈaɪʔn̩d mˌiː. "ˈɑː," ʃiː sˈɛd ʃˈɑːɹpli, "juː ɑːɹ dᵻsˈiːvɪŋ mˌiː. ɪɾ ɪz nˌɑːt lˈaɪk juː, dˈeɪvɪd. juː ɑːɹ dᵻsˈiːvɪŋ mˌiː.