text_original: The figure, gowned with an innate taste in black, still kept the rounded lines of the young woman, while about the shoulders and across the open throat a lace mantilla was thrown. She stood facing me, undaunted, and I knew that she had come to fight for what was left her.
text_transcription: THE FIGURE GOWNED WITH AN INNATE TASTE IN BLACK STILL KEPT THE ROUNDED LINES OF THE YOUNG WOMAN WHILE ABOUT THE SHOULDERS AND ACROSS THE OPEN THROAT A LACE MANTILLA WAS THROWN SHE STOOD FACING ME UNDAUNTED AND I KNEW THAT SHE HAD COME TO FIGHT FOR WHAT WAS LEFT HER
phonemes: ðə fˈɪɡjɚ, ɡˈaʊnd wɪð ɐn ɪnnˈeɪt tˈeɪst ɪn blˈæk, stˈɪl kˈɛpt ðə ɹˈaʊndᵻd lˈaɪnz ʌvðə jˈʌŋ wˈʊmən, wˌaɪl ɐbˌaʊt ðə ʃˈoʊldɚz ænd əkɹˌɑːs ðɪ ˈoʊpən θɹˈoʊt ɐ lˈeɪs mæntˈɪlə wʌz θɹˈoʊn. ʃiː stˈʊd fˈeɪsɪŋ mˌiː, ʌndˈɔːntᵻd, ænd aɪ nˈuː ðæt ʃiː hæd kˈʌm tə fˈaɪt fɔːɹ wʌt wʌz lˈɛft hɜː.