text_original: Then in the horror stricken silence she lay there, still conscious, but with an awful hunted realization in the eyes fixed upon the cowboy, a great growing splotch of blood darkening the white of her dress.
text_transcription: THEN IN THE HORROR STRICKEN SILENCE SHE LAY THERE STILL CONSCIOUS BUT WITH AN AWFUL HAUNTED REALIZATION IN THE EYES FIXED UPON THE COWBOARD A GREAT GLOWING SPLOTCH OF BLOOD DARKENING THE WHITE OF HER DRESS
phonemes: ðˈɛn ɪnðə hˈɔɹɚ stɹˈɪkən sˈaɪləns ʃiː lˈeɪ ðˈɛɹ, stˈɪl kˈɑːnʃəs, bˌʌt wɪð ɐn ˈɔːfəl hˈʌntᵻd ɹˌiːəlᵻzˈeɪʃən ɪnðɪ ˈaɪz fˈɪkst əpˌɑːn ðə kˈaʊbɔɪ, ɐ ɡɹˈeɪt ɡɹˈoʊɪŋ splˈɑːtʃ ʌv blˈʌd dˈɑːɹkənɪŋ ðə wˈaɪt ʌv hɜː dɹˈɛs.