text_original: Presently Hemming sighed. Mary had almost forgotten her disappointment of yesterday in the emotion of to day. Men were like that, she thought. The horror of waiting, waiting, and waiting did not occur to them. They never had to do it; how could they know
text_transcription: PRESENTLY HEMMING SIGHED MARY HAD ALMOST FORGOTTEN HER DISAPPOINTMENT OF YESTERDAY IN THE EMOTION OF TO DAY MEN WERE LIKE THAT SHE THOUGHT THE HORROR OF WAITING WAIT AND WAITING DID NOT OCCUR TO THEM THEY NEVER HAD TO DO IT HOW COULD THEY NOW
phonemes: pɹˈɛzəntli hˈɛmɪŋ sˈaɪd. mˈɛɹi hæd ˈɔːlmoʊst fɚɡˈɑːʔn̩ hɜː dˌɪsɐpˈɔɪntmənt ʌv jˈɛstɚdˌeɪ ɪnðɪ ɪmˈoʊʃən ʌv tə dˈeɪ. mˈɛn wɜː lˈaɪk ðˈæt, ʃiː θˈɔːt. ðə hˈɔɹɚɹ ʌv wˈeɪɾɪŋ, wˈeɪɾɪŋ, ænd wˈeɪɾɪŋ dɪdnˌɑːt əkˈɜː tə ðˌɛm. ðeɪ nˈɛvɚ hædtə dˈuː ɪt; hˌaʊ kʊd ðeɪ nˈoʊ