text_original: Her cup of tea stood untasted on a little table at her side, and VOL. I. SI 162 ELEANOR'S VICTORY. she was sitting with her hands loosely locked together in her lap. She spoke at last, and asked that very question which must inevitably lead to the revelation her friends had to make to her.
text_transcription: HER CUP OF TEA STOOD UNTASTED ON A LITTLE TABLE AT HER SIDE AND SHE WAS SITTING WITH HER HANDS LOOSELY LOCKED TOGETHER IN HER LAP SHE SPOKE AT LAST AND ASKED THAT VERY QUESTION WHICH MUST INEVITABLY LEAD TO THE REVELATION HER FRIENDS HAD TO MAKE TO HER
phonemes: hɜː kˈʌp ʌv tˈiː stˈʊd ʌntˈeɪstᵻd ˌɔn ɐ lˈɪɾəl tˈeɪbəl æt hɜː sˈaɪd, ænd vˈɑːl. ˈaɪ. sˈiː wˈʌnhˈʌndɹɪd sˈɪksti tˈuː ᵻlˈiːnɚz vˈɪktɚɹi. ʃiː wʌz sˈɪɾɪŋ wɪð hɜː hˈændz lˈuːsli lˈɑːkt təɡˌɛðɚɹ ɪn hɜː lˈæp. ʃiː spˈoʊk æt lˈæst, ænd ˈæskt ðæt vˈɛɹi kwˈɛstʃən wˌɪtʃ mˈʌst ɪnˈɛvᵻɾəbli lˈiːd tə ðə ɹˌɛvɪlˈeɪʃən hɜː fɹˈɛndz hædtə mˈeɪk tə hɜː.