text_original: The Vicomtesse went to the doorway, looked at him, and closed the battened doors. The constable did not protest. The day was fading without, and the room was almost in darkness as she crossed over to the little mantel and stood with her head laid upon her arm.
text_transcription: THE VICOMTESSA WENT TO THE DOORWAY LOOKED AT HIM AND CLOSED THE BATTENED DOORS THE CONSTABLE DID NOT PROTEST THE DAY WAS FADING WITHOUT AND THE ROOM WAS ALMOST IN DARKNESS AS SHE CROSSED OVER TO THE LITTLE MANTEL AND STOOD WITH HER HEAD LAID UPON HER ARM
phonemes: ðə vˈɪkəmtˌɛs wɛnt tə ðə dˈɔːɹweɪ, lˈʊkt æt hˌɪm, ænd klˈoʊzd ðə bˈæʔn̩d dˈɔːɹz. ðə kˈɑːnstəbəl dɪdnˌɑːt pɹətˈɛst. ðə dˈeɪ wʌz fˈeɪdɪŋ wɪðˈaʊt, ænd ðə ɹˈuːm wʌz ˈɔːlmoʊst ɪn dˈɑːɹknəs æz ʃiː kɹˈɔst ˌoʊvɚ tə ðə lˈɪɾəl mˈæntəl ænd stˈʊd wɪð hɜː hˈɛd lˈeɪd əpˌɑːn hɜːɹ ˈɑːɹm.