text_original: Breathless though the night was, there were many sounds that disturbed and mocked this anxious watcher. Sometimes the door below shook — as if by some mysterious agency, there being no wind — and Eleanor fancied that her father's hand was on the latch.
text_transcription: BREATHLESS THOUGH THE NIGHT WAS THERE WERE MANY SOUNDS THAT DISTURBED AND MOCKED THIS ANXIOUS WATCHER SOMETIMES THE DOOR BELOW SHOOK AS IF BY SOME MYSTERIOUS AGENCY THERE BEING NO WIND AND ELEANOR FANCIED THAT HER FATHER'S HAND WAS ON THE LATCH
phonemes: bɹˈɛθləs ðˌoʊ ðə nˈaɪt wʌz, ðɛɹwˌɜː mˈɛni sˈaʊndz ðæt dɪstˈɜːbd ænd mˈɑːkt ðɪs ˈæŋʃəs wˈɑːtʃɚ. sˈʌmtaɪmz ðə dˈɔːɹ bᵻlˌoʊ ʃˈʊk — æz ɪf baɪ sˌʌm mɪstˈɪɹiəs ˈeɪdʒənsi, ðɛɹ bˌiːɪŋ nˈoʊ wˈɪnd — ænd ᵻlˈiːnɚ fˈænsid ðæt hɜː fˈɑːðɚz hˈænd wʌz ɔnðə lˈætʃ.