text_original: The mention of her father's name had brought back the past. Her peaceful life, and all its quiet contentment, melted > LAUXCELOT. 299 away like a curtain of morning mist that rises to disclose the ghastly horror of a battle field ; and the dreadful picture cf the past arose before her ; painfully vivid, horribly real.
text_transcription: THE MENTION OF HER FATHER'S NAME HAD BROUGHT BACK THE PAST HER PEACEFUL LIFE AND ALL ITS QUIET CONTENTMENT MELTED AWAY LIKE A CURTAIN OF MORNING MIST THAT RISES TO DISCLOSE THE GHASTLY HORROR OF A BATTLEFIELD AND THE DREADFUL PICTURE OF THE PAST AROSE BEFORE HER PAINFULLY VIVID HORRIBLY REAL
phonemes: ðə mˈɛnʃən ʌv hɜː fˈɑːðɚz nˈeɪm hæd bɹˈɔːt bˈæk ðə pˈæst. hɜː pˈiːsfəl lˈaɪf, ænd ˈɔːl ɪts kwˈaɪət kəntˈɛntmənt, mˈɛltᵻd lˈɔːkssɪlˌɑːt. tˈuːhˈʌndɹɪd nˈaɪnti nˈaɪn ɐwˈeɪ lˈaɪk ɐ kˈɜːtən ʌv mˈɔːɹnɪŋ mˈɪst ðæt ɹˈaɪzᵻz tə dɪsklˈoʊz ðə ɡˈæstli hˈɔɹɚɹ əvə bˈæɾəl fˈiːld ; ænd ðə dɹˈɛdfəl pˈɪktʃɚ sˌiːˈɛf ðə pˈæst ɚɹˈoʊz bᵻfˈɔːɹ hɜː ; pˈeɪnfəli vˈɪvɪd, hˈɔːɹɪbli ɹˈiːəl.