text_original: Still she heard the low voices of the gamesters, the slap of cards and clink of gold. Her wits had gone from her ever since the mention of Neale. She floundered in a whirl of thoughts and fears until gradually she recovered self possession.
text_transcription: STILL SHE HEARD THE LOW VOICES OF THE GAMESTERS THE SLAP OF CARDS AND CLINK OF GOLD HER WITS HAD GONE FROM HER EVER SINCE THE MENTION OF NEIL SHE FLOUNDERED IN A WHIRL OF THOUGHTS AND FEARS UNTIL GRADUALLY SHE RECOVERED SELF POSSESSION
phonemes: stˈɪl ʃiː hˈɜːd ðə lˈoʊ vˈɔɪsᵻz ʌvðə ɡˈeɪmstɚz, ðə slˈæp ʌv kˈɑːɹdz ænd klˈɪŋk ʌv ɡˈoʊld. hɜː wˈɪts hæd ɡɔn fɹʌm hɜːɹ ˈɛvɚ sˈɪns ðə mˈɛnʃən ʌv nˈiːl. ʃiː flˈaʊndɚd ɪn ɐ wˈɜːl ʌv θˈɔːts ænd fˈɪɹz ʌntˈɪl ɡɹˈædʒuːəli ʃiː ɹᵻkˈʌvɚd sˈɛlf pəzˈɛʃən.