text_original: she niver looked wot she was painted by thot devil. She stood white an' still, like an angel above judgment. "Durade drew one of thim little derringers. An' sudden he hild it on Lee, hissin' now in his greaser talk.
text_transcription: SHE NEVER LOOKED WHAT SHE WAS PAINTED BY THAT DEVIL SHE STOOD WHITE AND STILL LIKE AN ANGEL ABOVE JUDGMENT DE RAY DREW ONE OF THEM LITTLE DARINGERS AND SUDDENLY HE HELD IT ONLY HISSING NOW IN HIS GREASY TALK
phonemes: ʃiː nˈaɪvɚ lˈʊkt wˈɑːt ʃiː wʌz pˈeɪntᵻd baɪ θˈɑːt dˈɛvəl. ʃiː stˈʊd wˈaɪt æn stˈɪl, lˈaɪk ɐn ˈeɪndʒəl əbˌʌv dʒˈʌdʒmənt. "dˈʊɹɹeɪd dɹˈuː wˈʌn ʌv θˈɪm lˈɪɾəl dˈɛɹɪŋɚz. æn sˈʌdən hiː hˈɪld ɪɾ ˌɔn lˈiː, hˈɪsɪn nˈaʊ ɪn hɪz ɡɹˈiːsɚ tˈɔːk.