text_original: A thick, rich, beautiful light shone under the trees. What was this dance of her blood while she seemed so calm, so cool, so sure? "Does he have any idea  that I might return to him?" she asked.
text_transcription: A THICK RICH BEAUTIFUL LIGHT SHONE UNDER THE TREES WHAT WAS THIS DANCE OF HER BLOOD ONCE SHE SEEMED SO CALM SO COOL SO SURE DOES HE HAVE ANY IDEA THAT I MIGHT RETURN TO HIM SHE ASKED
phonemes: ɐ θˈɪk, ɹˈɪtʃ, bjˈuːɾifəl lˈaɪt ʃˈɑːn ˌʌndɚ ðə tɹˈiːz. wˌʌt wʌz ðɪs dˈæns ʌv hɜː blˈʌd wˌaɪl ʃiː sˈiːmd sˌoʊ kˈɑːm, sˌoʊ kˈuːl, sˌoʊ ʃˈʊɹ? "dˈʌz hiː hæv ˌɛni aɪdˈiə ðæt aɪ mˌaɪt ɹᵻtˈɜːn tə hˌɪm?" ʃiː ˈæskt.