text_original: She sat down on a stool before the hearth, and clasping her fingers upon her knee looked thoughtfully into the embers of the fire. Presently she began to speak in a low, even voice, he looking down at her, his feet apart, his hand thrust backward towards the heat.
text_transcription: SHE SAT DOWN ON THE STOOL BEFORE THE HEARTH AND CLASPING HER FINGERS UPON HER KNEE LOOKED THOUGHTFULLY INTO THE EMBERS OF THE FIRE PRESENTLY SHE BEGAN TO SPEAK IN A LOW EVEN VOICE HE LOOKING DOWN AT HER HIS FEET APART HIS HAND THRUST BACKWARDS TOWARDS THE HEAP
phonemes: ʃiː sˈæt dˌaʊn ˌɔn ɐ stˈuːl bᵻfˌɔːɹ ðə hˈɑːɹθ, ænd klˈæspɪŋ hɜː fˈɪŋɡɚz əpˌɑːn hɜː nˈiː lˈʊkt θˈɔːtfəli ˌɪntʊ ðɪ ˈɛmbɚz ʌvðə fˈaɪɚ. pɹˈɛzəntli ʃiː bɪɡˈæn tə spˈiːk ɪn ɐ lˈoʊ, ˈiːvən vˈɔɪs, hiː lˈʊkɪŋ dˈaʊn æt hɜː, hɪz fˈiːt ɐpˈɑːɹt, hɪz hˈænd θɹˈʌst bˈækwɚd təwˈɔːɹdz ðə hˈiːt.