text_original: She lay for hours, tumbling and tossing feverishly upon her comfortable bed. The memories of her old life mingled them  selves with thoughts of her new existence. She was haunted now by the recollection of her father, and her father's death ; now by her fresh experiences of Hazlewood, by the widow's grey hair and penetrating gaze, and by the
text_transcription: SHE LAY FOR HOURS TUMBLING AND TOSSING FEVERISHLY UPON HER COMFORTABLE BED THE MEMORIES OF HER OLD LIFE MINGLED THEMSELVES WITH THOUGHTS OF HER NEW EXISTENCE SHE WAS HAUNTED NOW BY THE RECOLLECTION OF HER FATHER AND HER FATHER'S DEATH NOW BY HER FRESH EXPERIENCES OF HAZELWOOD BY THE WIDOW'S GRAY HAIR AND PENETRATING GAZE AND BY THE PICTURED FACE OF LANCELOT DARRELL END OF CHAPTER THIRTEEN A VOLUME ONE
phonemes: ʃiː lˈeɪ fɔːɹ ˈaʊɚz, tˈʌmblɪŋ ænd tˈɔsɪŋ fˈiːvɚɹɪʃli əpˌɑːn hɜː kˈʌmftəbəl bˈɛd. ðə mˈɛmɚɹiz ʌv hɜːɹ ˈoʊld lˈaɪf mˈɪŋɡəld ðˌɛm sˈɛlvz wɪð θˈɔːts ʌv hɜː nˈuː ɛɡzˈɪstəns. ʃiː wʌz hˈɔːntᵻd nˈaʊ baɪ ðə ɹˌɛkəlˈɛkʃən ʌv hɜː fˈɑːðɚ, ænd hɜː fˈɑːðɚz dˈɛθ ; nˈaʊ baɪ hɜː fɹˈɛʃ ɛkspˈiəɹɪənsᵻz ʌv hˈæzlwʊd, baɪ ðə wˈɪdoʊz ɡɹˈeɪ hˈɛɹ ænd pˈɛnɪtɹˌeɪɾɪŋ ɡˈeɪz, ænd baɪ ðə