text_original: "No, Richard," cried Eleanor Vane. "I think if I met that man some instinct of hate and horror would reveal his identity to me."
text_transcription: NO RICHARD CRIED ELEANOR VANE I THINK IF I MET THAT MAN SOME INSTINCT OF HATE AND HORROR WOULD REVEAL HIS IDENTITY TO ME
phonemes: "nˈoʊ, ɹˈɪtʃɚd," kɹˈaɪd ᵻlˈiːnɚ vˈeɪn. "aɪ θˈɪŋk ɪf aɪ mˈɛt ðæt mˈæn sˌʌm ˈɪnstɪŋkt ʌv hˈeɪt ænd hˈɔɹɚ wʊd ɹᵻvˈiːl hɪz aɪdˈɛntᵻɾi tə mˌiː."