text_original: " The Signora drew her arm caressingly round Eleanor Yane, and tried to shelter the poor burning head once more upon her shoulder ; but Eleanor shrank from her with an impatient gesture, and, with her hands still clasped above GOOD SAMARITANS. 157 her head, stared blankly at the dead wall before her.
text_transcription: THE SENORA DREW HER ARM CARESSINGLY ROUND ELEANOR VEIN AND TRIED TO SHELTER THE POOR BURNING HEAD ONCE MORE UPON HER SHOULDER BUT ELINOR SHRANK FROM HER WITH AN IMPATIENT GESTURE AND WITH HER HANDS STILL CLASPED ABOVE HER HEAD STARED BLANKLY AT THE DEAD WALL BEFORE HER
phonemes: " ðə sɪnjˈɔːɹə dɹˈuː hɜːɹ ˈɑːɹm kɚɹˈɛsɪŋli ɹˈaʊnd ᵻlˈiːnɚ jˈeɪn, ænd tɹˈaɪd tə ʃˈɛltɚ ðə pˈʊɹ bˈɜːnɪŋ hˈɛd wˈʌns mˈɔːɹ əpˌɑːn hɜː ʃˈoʊldɚ ; bˌʌt ᵻlˈiːnɚ ʃɹˈæŋk fɹʌm hɜː wɪð ɐn ɪmpˈeɪʃənt dʒˈɛstʃɚ, ænd, wɪð hɜː hˈændz stˈɪl klˈæspt əbˌʌv ɡˈʊd sɐmˈæɹɪtənz. wˈʌnhˈʌndɹɪd fˈɪfti sˈɛvən hɜː hˈɛd, stˈɛɹd blˈæŋkli æt ðə dˈɛd wˈɔːl bᵻfˈɔːɹ hɜː.