text_original: Not more than half a dozen yards from the Morgue he came suddenly upon the lonely figure of a girl, whose arm rested on the parapet of the bridge, and whose pale face was turned towards the towers of Notre Dame. She looked up as he approached, and called him by his name.
text_transcription: NOT MORE THAN HALF A DOZEN YARDS FROM THE MORGUE HE CAME SUDDENLY UPON THE LONELY FIGURE OF A GIRL WHOSE ARM RESTED ON THE PARAPET OF THE BRIDGE AND WHOSE PALE FACE WAS TURNED TOWARDS THE TOWERS OF NOTRE DAME SHE LOOKED UP AS HE APPROACHED AND CALLED HIM BY HIS NAME
phonemes: nˌɑːt mˈɔːɹ ðɐn hˈæf ɐ dˈʌzən jˈɑːɹdz fɹʌmðə mˈɔːɹɡ hiː kˈeɪm sˈʌdənli əpˌɑːn ðə lˈoʊnli fˈɪɡjɚɹ əvə ɡˈɜːl, hˌuːz ˈɑːɹm ɹˈɛstᵻd ɔnðə pˈæɹəpɪt ʌvðə bɹˈɪdʒ, ænd hˌuːz pˈeɪl fˈeɪs wʌz tˈɜːnd təwˈɔːɹdz ðə tˈaʊɚz ʌv nˈɑːɾɚ dˈeɪm. ʃiː lˈʊkt ˌʌp æz hiː ɐpɹˈoʊtʃt, ænd kˈɔːld hˌɪm baɪ hɪz nˈeɪm.