text_original: Eleanor Vane sat down to the piano. The strings of the Erard vibrated under her touch. She was almost frightened at the grand tones that came out of the instrument as she dashed over the keys. She played very brilliantly, however, and her sister condescended to say so.
text_transcription: ELEANOR VANE SAT DOWN TO THE PIANO THE STRINGS OF THE AERARD VIBRATED UNDER HER TOUCH SHE WAS ALMOST FRIGHTENED AT THE GRAND TONES THAT CAME OUT OF THE INSTRUMENT AS SHE DASHED OVER THE KEYS SHE PLAYED VERY BRILLIANTLY HOWEVER AND HER SISTER CONDESCENDED TO SAY SO
phonemes: ᵻlˈiːnɚ vˈeɪn sˈæt dˌaʊn tə ðə piˈænoʊ. ðə stɹˈɪŋz ʌvðɪ ɪɹˈɑːɹd vˈaɪbɹeɪɾᵻd ˌʌndɚ hɜː tˈʌtʃ. ʃiː wʌz ˈɔːlmoʊst fɹˈaɪʔn̩d æt ðə ɡɹˈænd tˈoʊnz ðæt kˈeɪm ˌaʊɾəv ðɪ ˈɪnstɹəmənt æz ʃiː dˈæʃt ˌoʊvɚ ðə kˈiːz. ʃiː plˈeɪd vˈɛɹi bɹˈɪliəntli, haʊˈɛvɚ, ænd hɜː sˈɪstɚ kˌɑːndᵻsˈɛndᵻd tə sˈeɪ sˈoʊ.