text_original: Oh, I gloried in my power. It was sweet. You would owe every kiss of hers, every moment of pride, to the woman you had repulsed.
text_transcription: OH I GLORIED IN MY POWER IT WAS SWEET YOU WOULD OWE EVERY KISS OF HERS EVERY MOMENT OF PRIDE TO THE WOMAN YOU HAD REPULSED
phonemes: ˈoʊ, aɪ ɡlˈɔːɹid ɪn maɪ pˈaʊɚ. ɪt wʌz swˈiːt. juː wʊd ˈoʊ ˈɛvɹi kˈɪs ʌv hˈɜːz, ˈɛvɹi mˈoʊmənt ʌv pɹˈaɪd, tə ðə wˈʊmən juː hæd ɹᵻpˈʌlst.