text_original: But the instant she got out into the cool night air a check came to action and thought. Strange sensations poured in upon her  the darkness, lonesome and weird; the wailing wind with its weight of dust; the roar of Benton's main thoroughfare; and the low, strange murmur, neither musical nor mirthful, behind her, from that huge hall she called her home.
text_transcription: BUT THE INSTANT SHE GOT OUT INTO THE COOL NIGHT AIR A CHECK CAME TO ACTION AND THOUGHT STRANGE SENSATIONS POURED IN UPON HER THE DARKNESS LONESOME AND WEIRD THE WAILING WIND WITH ITS WEIGHT OF DUST THE ROAR OF BENTON'S MAIN THOROUGHFARE AND THE LOW STRANGE MURMUR NEITHER MUSICAL NOR MIRTHFUL BEHIND HER FROM THAT HUGE HALL SHE CALLED HER HOME
phonemes: bˌʌt ðɪ ˈɪnstənt ʃiː ɡɑːt ˈaʊt ˌɪntʊ ðə kˈuːl nˈaɪt ˈɛɹ ɐ tʃˈɛk kˈeɪm tʊ ˈækʃən ænd θˈɔːt. stɹˈeɪndʒ sɛnsˈeɪʃənz pˈɔːɹd ɪn əpˌɑːn hɜː ðə dˈɑːɹknəs, lˈoʊnsʌm ænd wˈɪɹd; ðə wˈeɪlɪŋ wˈɪnd wɪð ɪts wˈeɪt ʌv dˈʌst; ðə ɹˈɔːɹ ʌv bˈɛntənz mˈeɪn θˈʌɹoʊfˌɛɹ; ænd ðə lˈoʊ, stɹˈeɪndʒ mˈɜːmɚ, nˈiːðɚ mjˈuːzɪkəl nˈɔːɹ mˈɜːθfəl, bᵻhˈaɪnd hɜː, fɹʌm ðæt hjˈuːdʒ hˈɔːl ʃiː kˈɔːld hɜː hˈoʊm.