text_original: This was the image of her vengeance, the vague and uncertain shadow that had filled her girlish dreams ever since the great sorrow of her father's death had fallen upon her. "If I go to Hazlewood," she thought, "if I spend my life at Mrs. Darren" s, how can I ever hope to find the murderer of my father
text_transcription: THIS WAS THE IMAGE OF HER VENGEANCE THE VAGUE AND UNCERTAIN SHADOW THAT HAD FILLED HER GIRLISH DREAMS EVER SINCE THE GREAT SORROW OF HER FATHER'S DEATH HAD FALLEN UPON HER IF I GO TO HAZELWOOD SHE THOUGHT IF I SPEND MY LIFE AT MISSUS DARRELL'S HOW CAN I EVER HOPE TO FIND THE MURDERER OF MY FATHER
phonemes: ðɪs wʌzðɪ ˈɪmɪdʒ ʌv hɜː vˈɛndʒəns, ðə vˈeɪɡ ænd ʌnsˈɜːʔn̩ ʃˈædoʊ ðæt hæd fˈɪld hɜː ɡˈɜːlɪʃ dɹˈiːmz ˈɛvɚ sˈɪns ðə ɡɹˈeɪt sˈɑːɹoʊ ʌv hɜː fˈɑːðɚz dˈɛθ hæd fˈɔːlən əpˌɑːn hɜː. "ɪf aɪ ɡˌoʊ tə hˈæzlwʊd," ʃiː θˈɔːt, "ɪf aɪ spˈɛnd maɪ lˈaɪf æt mˈɪsɪz. dˈæɹən" ˈɛs, hˌaʊ kæn aɪ ˈɛvɚ hˈoʊp tə fˈaɪnd ðə mˈɜːdɚɹɚɹ ʌv maɪ fˈɑːðɚ