text_original: This tall man was standing near one of the windows, reading a newspaper. He looked up as Eleanor pushed open the swinging door. '* I wonder which of them is Mr. Monckton," she thought. " Not that fidgety young man with the red hair, I hope." TTkile she still stood doubtfully upon the 242 Eleanor's victory. threshold, hesitating what to do — she little knew what a pretty picture she made in that timid, fluttering attitude — the tall man threw down his newspaper upon the sofa beside him, and walked across the room to where she stood.
text_transcription: THIS TALL MAN WAS STANDING NEAR ONE OF THE WINDOWS READING A NEWSPAPER HE LOOKED UP AS ELEANOR PUSHED OPEN THE SWINGING DOOR I WONDER WHICH OF THEM IS MISTER MUNCTON SHE THOUGHT NOT THAT FIDGETY YOUNG MAN WITH THE RED HAIR I HOPE WHILE SHE STOOD DOUBTFULLY UPON THE THRESHOLD HESITATING WHAT TO DO SHE LITTLE KNEW WHAT A PRETTY PICTURE SHE MADE IN THAT TIMID FLUTTERING ATTITUDE THE TALL MAN THREW DOWN HIS NEWSPAPER UPON THE SOFA BESIDE HIM AND WALKED ACROSS THE ROOM TO WHERE SHE STOOD
phonemes: ðɪs tˈɔːl mˈæn wʌz stˈændɪŋ nˌɪɹ wˈʌn ʌvðə wˈɪndoʊz, ɹˈiːdɪŋ ɐ nˈuːzpeɪpɚ. hiː lˈʊkt ˌʌp æz ᵻlˈiːnɚ pˈʊʃt ˈoʊpən ðə swˈɪŋɪŋ dˈɔːɹ. ˈæstɚɹˌɪsk aɪ wˈʌndɚ wˌɪtʃ ʌv ðˌɛm ɪz mˈɪstɚ. mˈɔŋktən," ʃiː θˈɔːt. " nˌɑːt ðæt fˈɪdʒɪɾi jˈʌŋ mˈæn wɪððə ɹˈɛd hˈɛɹ, aɪ hˈoʊp." tˈiː tˈiːkˈaɪl ʃiː stˈɪl stˈʊd dˈaʊtfəli əpˌɑːn ðə tˈuːhˈʌndɹɪd fˈɔːɹɾi tˈuː ᵻlˈiːnɚz vˈɪktɚɹi. θɹˈɛʃoʊld, hˈɛzᵻtˌeɪɾɪŋ wʌt tə dˈuː — ʃiː lˈɪɾəl nˈuː wʌt ɐ pɹˈɪɾi pˈɪktʃɚ ʃiː mˌeɪd ɪn ðæt tˈɪmɪd, flˈʌɾɚɹɪŋ ˈæɾɪtˌuːd — ðə tˈɔːl mˈæn θɹˈuː dˌaʊn hɪz nˈuːzpeɪpɚɹ əpˌɑːn ðə sˈoʊfə bᵻsˈaɪd hˌɪm, ænd wˈɔːkt əkɹˌɑːs ðə ɹˈuːm tʊ wˌɛɹ ʃiː stˈʊd.