text_original: How dared they talk of her dead father in that tone of almost insolent indifference. The one passion of her young life had as strong a power over her now as when she had knelt in the little chamber in the Rue de l'Archeveque, with her clasped hands uplifted to the low ceiling, and a terrible oath upon her girlish lips.
text_transcription: HOW DARED THEY TALK OF HER DEAD FATHER IN THAT TONE OF ALMOST INSOLENT INDIFFERENCE THE ONE PASSION OF HER YOUNG LIFE HAD AS STRONG A POWER OVER HER NOW AS WHEN SHE HAD KNELT IN THE LITTLE CHAMBER IN THE RUE DE LA ARCHAVEC WITH HER CLASPED HANDS UPLIFTED TO THE LOW CEILINGS AND A TERRIBLE OATH UPON HER GIRLISH LIPS
phonemes: hˌaʊ dˈɛɹd ðeɪ tˈɔːk ʌv hɜː dˈɛd fˈɑːðɚɹ ɪn ðæt tˈoʊn ʌv ˈɔːlmoʊst ˈɪnsələnt ɪndˈɪfɹəns. ðə wˈʌn pˈæʃən ʌv hɜː jˈʌŋ lˈaɪf hæd æz stɹˈɔŋ ɐ pˈaʊɚɹ ˌoʊvɚ hɜː nˈaʊ æz wɛn ʃiː hæd nˈɛlt ɪnðə lˈɪɾəl tʃˈeɪmbɚɹ ɪnðə ɹˈuː də ˈɛlˈɑːɹʃɪvˌɛk, wɪð hɜː klˈæspt hˈændz ʌplˈɪftᵻd tə ðə lˈoʊ sˈiːlɪŋ, ænd ɐ tˈɛɹᵻbəl ˈoʊθ əpˌɑːn hɜː ɡˈɜːlɪʃ lˈɪps.