text_original: " My father committed suicide \" she said, in a strangely quiet voice. The Signora started and rose suddenly, as if M 2 164 Eleanor's victory. she would have gone to Eleanor. Richard grew very pale, but sat looking down at the litter upon the table, with one hand trifling nervously amongst the scraps of cardboard and wet paint  brushes.
text_transcription: MY FATHER COMMITTED SUICIDE SHE SAID IN A STRANGELY QUIET VOICE THE SENORA STARTED AND ROSE SUDDENLY AS IF SHE WOULD HAVE GONE TO ELEANOR RICHARD GREW VERY PALE BUT SAT LOOKING DOWN AT THE LITTER UPON THE TABLE WITH ONE HAND TRIFLING NERVOUSLY AMONGST THE SCRAPS OF CARDBOARD AND WET PAINT BRUSHES
phonemes: " maɪ fˈɑːðɚ kəmˈɪɾᵻd sˈuːɪsˌaɪd bˈækslæʃ" ʃiː sˈɛd, ɪn ɐ stɹˈeɪndʒli kwˈaɪət vˈɔɪs. ðə sɪnjˈɔːɹə stˈɑːɹɾᵻd ænd ɹˈoʊz sˈʌdənli, æz ɪf ˈɛm tˈuː wˈʌnhˈʌndɹɪd sˈɪksti fˈɔːɹ ᵻlˈiːnɚz vˈɪktɚɹi. ʃiː wʊdhɐv ɡɔn tʊ ᵻlˈiːnɚ. ɹˈɪtʃɚd ɡɹˈuː vˈɛɹi pˈeɪl, bˌʌt sˈæt lˈʊkɪŋ dˌaʊn æt ðə lˈɪɾɚɹ əpˌɑːn ðə tˈeɪbəl, wɪð wˈʌn hˈænd tɹˈaɪflɪŋ nˈɜːvəsli ɐmˌʌŋst ðə skɹˈæps ʌv kˈɑːɹdbɔːɹd ænd wˈɛt pˈeɪnt bɹˈʌʃᵻz.