text_original: Miss Vane had by this time been a twelvemonth at Hazlewood. Her eighteenth birthday was past, and the girlishness of her appearance had matured into the serene beauty of early woman  hood. The golden tints of her hair had deepened into rich auburn, her grey eyes looked darker under the shadow of her dark brows.
text_transcription: MISS VAIN HAD BY THIS TIME BEEN A TWELVEMONTH AT HAZELWOOD HER EIGHTEENTH BIRTHDAY WAS PAST AND THE GIRLISHNESS OF HER APPEARANCE HAD MATURED INTO THE SERENE BEAUTY OF EARLY WOMANHOOD THE GOLDEN TINTS OF HER HAIR HAD DEEPENED INTO RICH AUBURN HER GREY EYES LOOKED DARKER UNDER THE SHADOW OF HER DARK BROWS
phonemes: mˈɪs vˈeɪn hæd baɪ ðɪs tˈaɪm bˌɪn ɐ twˈɛlvɪmˌʌnθ æt hˈæzlwʊd. hɜːɹ ˈeɪtiːnθ bˈɜːθdeɪ wʌz pˈæst, ænd ðə ɡˈɜːlɪʃnəs ʌv hɜːɹ ɐpˈɪɹəns hæd mətʃˈʊɹd ˌɪntʊ ðə sɚɹˈiːn bjˈuːɾi ʌv ˈɜːli wˈʊmən hˈʊd. ðə ɡˈoʊldən tˈɪnts ʌv hɜː hˈɛɹ hæd dˈiːpənd ˌɪntʊ ɹˈɪtʃ ˈɔːbɜːn, hɜː ɡɹˈeɪ ˈaɪz lˈʊkt dˈɑːɹkɚɹ ˌʌndɚ ðə ʃˈædoʊ ʌv hɜː dˈɑːɹk bɹˈaʊz.