text_original: She had no fount of emotion left to draw upon, else she would have hated this creaking train. It moved on. And there loomed bold outlines of rock and ridge familiar to her.
text_transcription: SHE HAD NO THOUGHT OF EMOTION LEFT TO DRAW ON ELSE SHE WOULD HAVE HATED THIS CREAKING TRAIN IT MOVED ON AND THERE LOOMED BOLD OUTLINES OF ROCK AND RIDGE FAMILIAR TO HER
phonemes: ʃiː hæd nˈoʊ fˈaʊnt ʌv ɪmˈoʊʃən lˈɛft tə dɹˈɔː əpˌɑːn, ˈɛls ʃiː wʊdhɐv hˈeɪɾᵻd ðɪs kɹˈiːkɪŋ tɹˈeɪn. ɪt mˈuːvd ˈɔn. ænd ðɛɹ lˈuːmd bˈoʊld ˈaʊtlaɪnz ʌv ɹˈɑːk ænd ɹˈɪdʒ fəmˈɪlɪɹ tə hɜː.