text_original: Eleanor Vane had risen from her knees, and stood with her slender figure drawn to its fullest height, her long auburn hair streaming over her shoulders, with the low light of the setting sun shining upon the waving tresses until they glittered like molten gold.
text_transcription: ELEANOR VANE HAD RISEN FROM HER KNEES AND STOOD WITH HER SLENDER FIGURE DRAWN TO ITS FULLEST HEIGHT HER LONG AUBURN HAIR STREAMING OVER HER SHOULDERS WITH THE LOW LIGHT OF THE SETTING SUN SHINING UPON THE WAVING TRESSES UNTIL THEY GLITTERED LIKE MOLTEN GOLD
phonemes: ᵻlˈiːnɚ vˈeɪn hæd ɹˈɪzən fɹʌm hɜː nˈiːz, ænd stˈʊd wɪð hɜː slˈɛndɚ fˈɪɡjɚ dɹˈɔːn tʊ ɪts fˈʊlɪst hˈaɪt, hɜː lˈɔŋ ˈɔːbɜːn hˈɛɹ stɹˈiːmɪŋ ˌoʊvɚ hɜː ʃˈoʊldɚz, wɪððə lˈoʊ lˈaɪt ʌvðə sˈɛɾɪŋ sˈʌn ʃˈaɪnɪŋ əpˌɑːn ðə wˈeɪvɪŋ tɹˈɛsᵻz ʌntˈɪl ðeɪ ɡlˈɪɾɚd lˈaɪk mˈoʊltən ɡˈoʊld.