text_original: I'll not stir from this spot till I know all." She disengaged herself from the Signora's sup  porting arm, and with her hand still resting on the chair, stood resolute before the old music  mistress and her nephew. I think the Signora and the scene painter were both afraid of her, she looked so grand in her beauty and despair. She seemed indeed, as she had said, no longer a child or a school girl ; but a woman, desperate and almost terrible in the intensity of her despair.
text_transcription: I'LL NOT STIR FROM THIS SPOT TILL I KNOW ALL SHE DISENGAGED HERSELF FROM THE SENORA'S SUPPORTING ARM AND WITH HER HAND STILL RESTING ON THE CHAIR STOOD RESOLUTE BEFORE THE OLD MUSIC MISTRESS AND HER NEPHEW I THINK THE SENORA AND THE SCENE PAINTER WERE BOTH AFRAID OF HER SHE LOOKED SO GRAND IN HER BEAUTY AND DESPAIR SHE SEEMED INDEED AS SHE HAD SAID NO LONGER A CHILD OR A SCHOOLGIRL BUT A WOMAN DESPERATE AND ALMOST TERRIBLE IN THE INTENSITY OF HER DESPAIR
phonemes: aɪl nˌɑːt stˈɜː fɹʌm ðɪs spˈɑːt tˈɪl aɪ nˈoʊ ˈɔːl." ʃiː dˌɪsɛŋɡˈeɪdʒd hɜːsˈɛlf fɹʌmðə sɪnjˈɔːɹəz sˈʌp pˈɔːɹɾɪŋ ˈɑːɹm, ænd wɪð hɜː hˈænd stˈɪl ɹˈɛstɪŋ ɔnðə tʃˈɛɹ, stˈʊd ɹˈɛzəlˌuːt bᵻfˌɔːɹ ðɪ ˈoʊld mjˈuːzɪk mˈɪstɹəs ænd hɜː nˈɛfjuː. aɪ θˈɪŋk ðə sɪnjˈɔːɹə ænd ðə sˈiːn pˈeɪntɚ wɜː bˈoʊθ ɐfɹˈeɪd ʌv hɜː, ʃiː lˈʊkt sˌoʊ ɡɹˈænd ɪn hɜː bjˈuːɾi ænd dᵻspˈɛɹ. ʃiː sˈiːmd ˌɪndˈiːd, æz ʃiː hæd sˈɛd, nˌoʊ lˈɑːŋɡɚɹ ɐ tʃˈaɪld ɔːɹ ɐ skˈuːl ɡˈɜːl ; bˌʌt ɐ wˈʊmən, dˈɛspɚɹət ænd ˈɔːlmoʊst tˈɛɹᵻbəl ɪnðɪ ɪntˈɛnsᵻɾi ʌv hɜː dᵻspˈɛɹ.