text_original: Richard sighed as he returned his aunt's look. It seemed quite a hope  less case as yet. This poor lonely child of fifteen might go melancholy mad, perhaps, in her grief for a spendthrift father. Eleanor Vane turned upon them suddenly while they sat silent and embarrassed, wondering what they should say to her next.
text_transcription: RICHARD SIGHED AS HE RETURNED HIS AUNT'S LOOK IT SEEMED QUITE A HOPELESS CASE AS YET THIS POOR LONELY CHILD OF FIFTEEN MIGHT GO MELANCHOLY MAD PERHAPS IN HER GRIEF FOR A SPENDTHRIFT FATHER ELEANOR VANE TURNED UPON THEM SUDDENLY WHILE THEY SAT SILENT AND EMBARRASSED WONDERING WHAT THEY SHOULD SAY TO HER NEXT
phonemes: ɹˈɪtʃɚd sˈaɪd æz hiː ɹᵻtˈɜːnd hɪz ˈænts lˈʊk. ɪt sˈiːmd kwˈaɪt ɐ hˈoʊp lˈɛs kˈeɪs æz jˈɛt. ðɪs pˈʊɹ lˈoʊnli tʃˈaɪld ʌv fˈɪftiːn mˌaɪt ɡˌoʊ mˈɛləŋkˌɑːli mˈæd, pɚhˈæps, ɪn hɜː ɡɹˈiːf fɚɹə spˈɛndθɹɪft fˈɑːðɚ. ᵻlˈiːnɚ vˈeɪn tˈɜːnd əpˌɑːn ðˌɛm sˈʌdənli wˌaɪl ðeɪ sˈæt sˈaɪlənt ænd ɛmbˈæɹəst, wˈʌndɚɹɪŋ wʌt ðeɪ ʃˌʊd sˈeɪ tə hɜː nˈɛkst.