text_original: Her Bible lay open amongst the cups and saucers near her. Her face was pale. She looked even more care  worn than usual; and her eyes were dimmed by the tears that she had shed. The heroism of the woman who had borne her son's absence silently and uncomplainingly, had given way under the unlooked for joy of his return. She gave her hand to each of the girls as they wished her good morning. Eleanor almost shud  dered as she felt the deadly coldness of that wasted hand.
text_transcription: HER BIBLE LAY OPEN AMONGST THE CUPS AND SAUCERS NEAR HER HER FACE WAS PALE SHE LOOKED EVEN MORE CAREWORN THAN USUAL AND HER EYES WERE DIMMED BY THE TEARS THAT SHE HAD SHED THE HEROISM OF THE WOMAN WHO HAD BORNE HER SON'S ABSENCE SILENTLY AND UNCOMPLAININGLY HAD GIVEN WAY UNDER THE UNLOOKED FOR JOY OF HIS RETURN SHE GAVE HER HAND TO EACH OF THE GIRLS AS THEY WISHED HER GOOD MORNING ELEANOR ALMOST SHUDDERED AS SHE FELT THE DEADLY COLDNESS OF THAT WASTED HAND
phonemes: hɜː bˈaɪbəl lˈeɪ ˈoʊpən ɐmˌʌŋst ðə kˈʌps ænd sˈɔːsɚz nˈɪɹ hɜː. hɜː fˈeɪs wʌz pˈeɪl. ʃiː lˈʊkt ˈiːvən mˈɔːɹ kˈɛɹ wˈɔːɹn ðɐn jˈuːʒuːəl; ænd hɜːɹ ˈaɪz wɜː dˈɪmd baɪ ðə tˈɪɹz ðæt ʃiː hæd ʃˈɛd. ðə hˈɛɹoʊˌɪzəm ʌvðə wˈʊmən hˌuː hæd bˈɔːɹn hɜː sˈʌnz ˈæbsəns sˈaɪləntli ænd ʌŋkəmplˈeɪnɪŋli, hæd ɡˈɪvən wˈeɪ ˌʌndɚ ðɪ ʌnlˈʊkt fɔːɹ dʒˈɔɪ ʌv hɪz ɹᵻtˈɜːn. ʃiː ɡˈeɪv hɜː hˈænd tʊ ˈiːtʃ əv ðə ɡˈɜːlz æz ðeɪ wˈɪʃt hɜː ɡˈʊd mˈɔːɹnɪŋ. ᵻlˈiːnɚɹ ˈɔːlmoʊst ʃˈʌd dˈɛɹd æz ʃiː fˈɛlt ðə dˈɛdli kˈoʊldnəs ʌv ðæt wˈeɪstᵻd hˈænd.