text_original: "Dear old  redhead!" she whispered, brokenly, with a smile of agony and joy. He would know her when she spoke that way  called him the name she had tormented him with  the name no one else would have dared to use. Then she saw he believed in her reality.
text_transcription: DEAR OLD REDHEAD SHE WHISPERED BROKENLY WITH A SMILE OF AGONY AND JOY HE WOULD KNOW HER WHEN SHE SPOKE THAT WAY CALLED HIM THE NAME SHE HAD TORMENTED HIM WITH A NAME NO ONE ELSE WOULD HAVE DARED TO USE THEN SHE SAW HE BELIEVED IN HER REALITY
phonemes: "dˈɪɹ ˈoʊld ɹˈɛdhɛd!" ʃiː wˈɪspɚd, bɹˈoʊkənli, wɪð ɐ smˈaɪl ʌv ˈæɡəni ænd dʒˈɔɪ. hiː wʊd nˈoʊ hɜː wɛn ʃiː spˈoʊk ðæt wˈeɪ kˈɔːld hˌɪm ðə nˈeɪm ʃiː hæd tɔːɹmˈɛntᵻd hˌɪm wɪððə nˈeɪm nˈoʊwˈʌn ˈɛls wʊdhɐv dˈɛɹd tə jˈuːz. ðˈɛn ʃiː sˈɔː hiː bᵻlˈiːvd ɪn hɜː ɹɪˈælᵻɾi.