text_original: The little room seemed a refuge for Allie, yet it was oppressive, as had been the atmosphere of the parlor where Ancliffe lay. But this oppressiveness was not death. Allie had become familiar with death near at hand. This refuge made her flesh creep. The room was not the home of any one  it was not inhabited, it was not livable. Yet it contained the same kind of furniture Durade had bought for her and it was clean and comfortable.
text_transcription: THE LITTLE ROOM SEEMED A REFUGE FOR ALI YET IT WAS OPPRESSIVE AS HAD BEEN THE ATMOSPHERE OF THE PARLOR WHERE ANTHEF LAY BUT THIS OPPRESSIVENESS WAS NOT DEATH ALLEY HAD BECOME FAMILIAR WITH DEATH NEAR AT HAND THIS REFUGE MADE HER FLESH CREEP THE ROOM WAS NOT THE HOME OF ANYONE IT WAS NOT INHABITED IT WAS NOT LOVABLE YET IT CONTAINED THE SAME KIND OF FURNITURE DURRATE HAD BOUGHT FOR HER AND IT WAS CLEAN AND COMFORTABLE
phonemes: ðə lˈɪɾəl ɹˈuːm sˈiːmd ɐ ɹˈɛfjuːdʒ fɔːɹ ˈæli, jˈɛt ɪt wʌz əpɹˈɛsɪv, æz hɐdbɪn ðɪ ˈætməsfˌɪɹ ʌvðə pˈɑːɹlɚ wˌɛɹ ˈæŋklɪf lˈeɪ. bˌʌt ðɪs əpɹˈɛsɪvnəs wʌz nˌɑːt dˈɛθ. ˈæli hæd bɪkˌʌm fəmˈɪlɪɹ wɪð dˈɛθ nˌɪɹ æt hˈænd. ðɪs ɹˈɛfjuːdʒ mˌeɪd hɜː flˈɛʃ kɹˈiːp. ðə ɹˈuːm wʌz nˌɑːt ðə hˈoʊm ʌv ˌɛni wˈʌn ɪt wʌz nˌɑːt ɪnhˈæbɪɾᵻd, ɪt wʌz nˌɑːt lˈɪvəbəl. jˈɛt ɪt kəntˈeɪnd ðə sˈeɪm kˈaɪnd ʌv fˈɜːnɪtʃɚ dˈʊɹɹeɪd hæd bˈɔːt fɔːɹ hɜː ænd ɪt wʌz klˈiːn ænd kˈʌmftəbəl.