text_original: Eleanor Vane, growing more and more nervous as the slow hours crept away, began to worry herself with the vivid recollection of that one brief glimpse in which she had seen the silent stranger's face.
text_transcription: ELEANOR VANE GROWING MORE AND MORE NERVOUS AS THE SLOW HOURS CREPT AWAY BEGAN TO WORRY HERSELF WITH THE VIVID RECOLLECTION OF THAT ONE BRIEF GLIMPSE IN WHICH SHE HAD SEEN THE SILENT STRANGER'S FACE
phonemes: ᵻlˈiːnɚ vˈeɪn, ɡɹˈoʊɪŋ mˈɔːɹ ænd mˈɔːɹ nˈɜːvəs æz ðə slˈoʊ ˈaʊɚz kɹˈɛpt ɐwˈeɪ, bɪɡˈæn tə wˈʌɹi hɜːsˈɛlf wɪððə vˈɪvɪd ɹˌɛkəlˈɛkʃən ʌv ðˈætwˌʌn bɹˈiːf ɡlˈɪmps ɪnwˌɪtʃ ʃiː hæd sˈiːn ðə sˈaɪlənt stɹˈeɪndʒɚz fˈeɪs.