text_original: Robert Lan — Lan — what ? " Her head sank forward on her breast, and her eyes fixed themselves dreamily on the sunlit street below the open window. The French poodle, Fido, lay at her feet, and lifted up his head every now and then to lick her hand.
text_transcription: ROBERT LAN LAN WHAT HER HEAD SANK FORWARD ON HER BREAST AND HER EYES FIXED THEMSELVES DREAMILY ON THE SUNLIT STREET BELOW THE OPEN WINDOW THE FRENCH POODLE FIDO LAY AT HER FEET AND LIFTED UP HIS HEAD EVERY NOW AND THEN TO LICK HER HAND
phonemes: ɹˈɑːbɚt lˈæn — lˈæn — wˌʌt ? " hɜː hˈɛd sˈæŋk fˈɔːɹwɚd ˌɔn hɜː bɹˈɛst, ænd hɜːɹ ˈaɪz fˈɪkst ðɛmsˈɛlvz dɹˈiːmili ɔnðə sˈʌnlɪt stɹˈiːt bᵻlˌoʊ ðɪ ˈoʊpən wˈɪndoʊ. ðə fɹˈɛntʃ pˈuːdəl, fˈaɪdoʊ, lˈeɪ æt hɜː fˈiːt, ænd lˈɪftᵻd ˌʌp hɪz hˈɛd ˈɛvɹi nˈaʊ ænd ðˈɛn tə lˈɪk hɜː hˈænd.