text_original: Upon the morning after that quiet September afternoon on which Eleanor Vane had learned the true story of her father's death, Signora Picirillo for the first time spoke seriously of the future. In the intensity of her first great grief, Eleanor Vane had never once thought of the desolation of her position, nor yet of the sacrifices which the Signora and Richard were making for her sake.
text_transcription: UPON THE MORNING AFTER THAT QUIET SEPTEMBER AFTERNOON ON WHICH ELEANOR VANE HAD LEARNED THE TRUE STORY OF HER FATHER'S DEATH SENORA PICCORILLO FOR THE FIRST TIME SPOKE SERIOUSLY OF THE FUTURE IN THE INTENSITY OF HER FIRST GREAT GRIEF ELEANOR VANE HAD NEVER ONCE THOUGHT OF THE DESOLATION OF HER POSITION NOR YET OF THE SACRIFICES WHICH THE SENORA AND RICHARD WERE MAKING FOR HER SAKE
phonemes: əpˌɑːn ðə mˈɔːɹnɪŋ ˈæftɚ ðæt kwˈaɪət sɛptˈɛmbɚɹ ˌæftɚnˈuːn ˌɔn wˌɪtʃ ᵻlˈiːnɚ vˈeɪn hæd lˈɜːnd ðə tɹˈuː stˈɔːɹi ʌv hɜː fˈɑːðɚz dˈɛθ, sɪnjˈɔːɹə pˌɪsɪɹˈɪloʊ fɚðə fˈɜːst tˈaɪm spˈoʊk sˈɪɹiəsli ʌvðə fjˈuːtʃɚ. ɪnðɪ ɪntˈɛnsᵻɾi ʌv hɜː fˈɜːst ɡɹˈeɪt ɡɹˈiːf, ᵻlˈiːnɚ vˈeɪn hæd nˈɛvɚ wˈʌns θˈɔːt ʌvðə dˌɛsəlˈeɪʃən ʌv hɜː pəzˈɪʃən, nˈɔːɹ jˈɛt ʌvðə sˈækɹᵻfˌaɪsᵻz wˌɪtʃ ðə sɪnjˈɔːɹə ænd ɹˈɪtʃɚd wɜː mˌeɪkɪŋ fɔːɹ hɜː sˈeɪk.