text_original: It was perhaps only a painter's habit of looking earnestly at a pretty face that gave intensity to his gaze. He dropped his eyelids presently, and drew a long breath, that sounded almost like a sigh of relief. "An accidental likeness," he muttered; "there are a hundred such likenesses in the world."
text_transcription: IT WAS PERHAPS ONLY A PAINTER'S HABIT OF LOOKING EARNESTLY AT A PRETTY FACE THAT GAVE INTENSITY TO HIS GAZE HE DROPPED HIS EYELIDS PRESENTLY AND DREW A LONG BREATH THAT SOUNDED ALMOST LIKE A SIGH OF RELIEF AN ACCIDENTAL LIKENESS HE MUTTERED THERE ARE A HUNDRED SUCH LIKENESSES IN THE WORLD
phonemes: ɪt wʌz pɚhˈæps ˈoʊnli ɐ pˈeɪntɚz hˈæbɪt ʌv lˈʊkɪŋ ˈɜːnɪstli æɾə pɹˈɪɾi fˈeɪs ðæt ɡˈeɪv ɪntˈɛnsᵻɾi tə hɪz ɡˈeɪz. hiː dɹˈɑːpt hɪz ˈaɪlɪdz pɹˈɛzəntli, ænd dɹˈuː ɐ lˈɔŋ bɹˈɛθ, ðæt sˈaʊndᵻd ˈɔːlmoʊst lˈaɪk ɐ sˈaɪ ʌv ɹᵻlˈiːf. "ɐn ˌæksɪdˈɛntəl lˈaɪknəs," hiː mˈʌɾɚd; "ðɛɹˌɑːɹ ɐ hˈʌndɹɪd sˈʌtʃ lˈaɪknəsᵻz ɪnðə wˈɜːld."