text_original: For here were these ladies in the flesh, their great, opaque, almond eyes consuming us with a swift glance, and each walking with a languid grace beside her duenna. Their faces were like old ivory, their dress the stern Miro himself could scarce repress. In former times they had been lavish in their finery, and even now earrings still gleamed and color broke out irrepressibly.
text_transcription: FOR HERE WERE THESE LADIES IN THE FLESH THE GREAT OPAQUE ALMAN EYES CONSUMING US WITH A SWIFT GLANCE AND EACH WALKING WITH A LANGUID GRACE BESIDE HER DUENA THEIR FACES WERE LIKE OLD IVORY THEIR DRESS THE STERN NERO HIMSELF COULD HAVE SCARCE REPRESSED IN FORMER TIMES THEY HAD BEEN LAVISH IN THEIR FINERY AND EVEN NOW EAR RINGS STILL GLEAMED AND COLOR BROKE OUT IRREPRESSIBLY
phonemes: fɔːɹ hˈɪɹ wɜː ðiːz lˈeɪdiz ɪnðə flˈɛʃ, ðɛɹ ɡɹˈeɪt, oʊpˈeɪk, ˈɔlmənd ˈaɪz kənsˈuːmɪŋ ˌʌs wɪð ɐ swˈɪft ɡlˈæns, ænd ˈiːtʃ wˈɔːkɪŋ wɪð ɐ lˈæŋɡwɪd ɡɹˈeɪs bᵻsˌaɪd hɜː dˈuːnə. ðɛɹ fˈeɪsᵻz wɜː lˈaɪk ˈoʊld ˈaɪvɚɹi, ðɛɹ dɹˈɛs ðə stˈɜːn mˈaɪɹoʊ hɪmsˈɛlf kʊd skˈɛɹs ɹᵻpɹˈɛs. ɪn fˈɔːɹmɚ tˈaɪmz ðeɪ hɐdbɪn lˈævɪʃ ɪn ðɛɹ fˈaɪnɚɹi, ænd ˈiːvən nˈaʊ ˈɪɹɪŋz stˈɪl ɡlˈiːmd ænd kˈʌlɚ bɹˈoʊk ˈaʊt ɪɹᵻpɹˈɛsᵻbli.