text_original: " Eleanor, Eleanor ! M cried the Signora : " is this womanly ? Is this Christian like ? " The girl turned upon her. There was almost a GOOD SAMARITANS. 173 supernatural light, now, in the dilated grey eves.
text_transcription: ELEANOR ELEANOR CRIED THE SENORA IS THIS WOMANLY IS THIS CHRISTIAN LIKE THE GIRL TURNED UPON HER THERE WAS ALMOST A SUPERNATURAL LIGHT NOW IN THE DILATED GRAY EYES
phonemes: " ᵻlˈiːnɚ, ᵻlˈiːnɚ ! ˈɛm kɹˈaɪd ðə sɪnjˈɔːɹə : " ɪz ðɪs wˈʊmənli ? ɪz ðɪs kɹˈɪstʃən lˈaɪk ? " ðə ɡˈɜːl tˈɜːnd əpˌɑːn hɜː. ðɛɹwˌʌz ˈɔːlmoʊst ɐ ɡˈʊd sɐmˈæɹɪtənz. wˈʌnhˈʌndɹɪd sˈɛvənti θɹˈiː sˌuːpɚnˈætʃɚɹəl lˈaɪt, nˈaʊ, ɪnðə dˈaɪleɪɾᵻd ɡɹˈeɪ ˈiːvz.