text_original: " Eleanor," cried Laura Mason, " where are you going ? " Launcelot Darrell sat in a lounging attitude, trifling with the reels of silk, and balls of wool, and all the paraphernalia of fancy work scattered upon the table before him, but he lifted his head as Laura uttered her friend's name, and perhaps for the first time looked steadily at Miss Vane. He sat looking at her for some minutes while she and Laura stood talking together a few paces from him.
text_transcription: ELEANOR CED LAURA MASON WHERE ARE YOU GOING LANCELOT DARRELL SAT IN A LOUNGING ATTITUDE TRIFLING WITH THE REELS OF SILK AND BALLS OF WOOL AND ALL THE PARAPHERNALIA OF FANCY WORK SCATTERED UPON THE TABLE BEFORE HIM BUT HE LIFTED HIS HEAD AS LAURA UTTERED HER FRIEND'S NAME AND PERHAPS FOR THE FIRST TIME LOOKED STEADILY AT MISS VAIN HE SAT LOOKING AT HER FOR SOME MINUTES WHILE SHE AND LAURA STOOD TALKING TOGETHER A FEW PACES FROM HIM
phonemes: " ᵻlˈiːnɚ," kɹˈaɪd lˈɔːɹə mˈeɪsən, " wˌɛɹ ɑːɹ juː ɡˈoʊɪŋ ? " lˈɔːnsɪlˌɑːt dˈæɹəl sˈæt ɪn ɐ lˈaʊndʒɪŋ ˈæɾɪtˌuːd, tɹˈaɪflɪŋ wɪððə ɹˈiːlz ʌv sˈɪlk, ænd bˈɔːlz ʌv wˈʊl, ænd ˈɔːl ðə pˌæɹəfɚnˈeɪliə ʌv fˈænsi wˈɜːk skˈæɾɚd əpˌɑːn ðə tˈeɪbəl bᵻfˈɔːɹ hˌɪm, bˌʌt hiː lˈɪftᵻd hɪz hˈɛd æz lˈɔːɹə ˈʌɾɚd hɜː fɹˈɛndz nˈeɪm, ænd pɚhˈæps fɚðə fˈɜːst tˈaɪm lˈʊkt stˈɛdili æt mˈɪs vˈeɪn. hiː sˈæt lˈʊkɪŋ æt hɜː fɔːɹ sˌʌm mˈɪnɪts wˌaɪl ʃiː ænd lˈɔːɹə stˈʊd tˈɔːkɪŋ təɡˌɛðɚɹ ɐ fjˈuː pˈeɪsᵻz fɹʌm hˌɪm.