text_original: The two women seemed to belong to the same school, Miss Vane thought. The lamplight shone full upon Mrs. DarrelPs face, and Eleanor could see now that the face was a handsome one, though faded and careworn. The widow's hair was grey, but her eyes retained the flashing brightness of youth. They were very dark and lustrous, but their expression was scarcely pleasant. There was too much of the hawk or eagle in their penetrating glance. But Laura Mason did not seem at all afraid of her protectress.
text_transcription: THE TWO WOMEN SEEMED TO BELONG TO THE SAME SCHOOL MISS VAIN THOUGHT THE LAMPLIGHT SHONE FULL UPON MISSUS DARRELL'S FACE AND ELEANOR COULD SEE NOW THAT THE FACE WAS A HANDSOME ONE THOUGH FADED AND CAREWORN THE WIDOW'S HAIR WAS GREY BUT HER EYES RETAINED THE FLASHING BRIGHTNESS OF YOUTH THEY WERE VERY DARK AND LUSTROUS BUT THEIR EXPRESSION WAS SCARCELY PLEASANT THERE WAS TOO MUCH OF THE HAWK OR EAGLE IN THEIR PENETRATING GLANCE BUT LAURA MASON DID NOT SEEM AT ALL AFRAID OF HER PROTECTRESS
phonemes: ðə tˈuː wˈɪmɪn sˈiːmd tə bᵻlˈɔŋ tə ðə sˈeɪm skˈuːl, mˈɪs vˈeɪn θˈɔːt. ðə lˈæmplaɪt ʃˈɑːn fˈʊl əpˌɑːn mˈɪsɪz. dˈæɹəl pˌiːˈɛs fˈeɪs, ænd ᵻlˈiːnɚ kʊd sˈiː nˈaʊ ðætðə fˈeɪs wʌzɐ hˈændsʌm wˌʌn, ðˌoʊ fˈeɪdᵻd ænd kˈɛɹwɔːɹn. ðə wˈɪdoʊz hˈɛɹ wʌz ɡɹˈeɪ, bˌʌt hɜːɹ ˈaɪz ɹᵻtˈeɪnd ðə flˈæʃɪŋ bɹˈaɪtnəs ʌv jˈuːθ. ðeɪ wɜː vˈɛɹi dˈɑːɹk ænd lˈʌstɹəs, bˌʌt ðɛɹ ɛkspɹˈɛʃən wʌz skˈɛɹsli plˈɛzənt. ðɛɹwˌʌz tˈuː mʌtʃ ʌvðə hˈɔːk ɔːɹ ˈiːɡəl ɪn ðɛɹ pˈɛnɪtɹˌeɪɾɪŋ ɡlˈæns. bˌʌt lˈɔːɹə mˈeɪsən dɪdnˌɑːt sˈiːm æɾ ˈɔːl ɐfɹˈeɪd ʌv hɜː pɹətˈɛktɹəs.