text_original: She looked back wonderingly at UPON THE THRESHOLD OF A GREAT SORROW. 83 the dull routine of her boarding school existence. Could it be possible that it was only a day or two since she was in the Brixton school room hearing the little ones, the obstinate, incorrigible little ones, their hateful lessons, — their odious monoto  nous repetitions of dry facts about William the Conqueror and Buenos Ayres, the manufacture of tallow candles, and the nine parts of speech
text_transcription: SHE LOOKED BACK WONDERINGLY AT THE DULL ROUTINE OF HER BOARDING SCHOOL EXISTENCE COULD IT BE POSSIBLE THAT IT WAS ONLY A DAY OR TWO SINCE SHE WAS IN THE BRIXTON SCHOOL ROOM HEARING THE LITTLE ONES THE OBSTINATE INCORRIGIBLE LITTLE ONES THEIR HATEFUL LESSONS THEIR ODIOUS MONOTONOUS REPETITIONS OF DRY FACTS ABOUT WILLIAM THE CONQUEROR AND BUENOS AYRES THE MANUFACTURE OF TALLOW CANDLES AND THE NINE PARTS OF SPEECH
phonemes: ʃiː lˈʊkt bˈæk wˈʌndɚɹɪŋli æɾ əpˌɑːn ðə θɹˈɛʃoʊld əvə ɡɹˈeɪt sˈɑːɹoʊ. ˈeɪɾi θɹˈiː ðə dˈʌl ɹuːtˈiːn ʌv hɜː bˈɔːɹdɪŋ skˈuːl ɛɡzˈɪstəns. kʊd ɪt biː pˈɑːsᵻbəl ðˌɐɾɪt wʌz ˈoʊnli ɐ dˈeɪ ɔːɹ tˈuː sˈɪns ʃiː wʌz ɪnðə bɹˈɪkstən skˈuːl ɹˈuːm hˈɪɹɪŋ ðə lˈɪɾəl wˌʌnz, ðɪ ˈɑːbstᵻnət, ɪŋkˈɔɹɪdʒəbəl lˈɪɾəl wˌʌnz, ðɛɹ hˈeɪtfəl lˈɛsənz, — ðɛɹ ˈoʊdiəs mənˈoʊɾoʊ nˈuːz ɹˌɛpətˈɪʃənz ʌv dɹˈaɪ fˈækts ɐbˌaʊt wˈɪljəm ðə kˈɑːŋkɚɹɚ ænd bwˈeɪnɑːs ˈɛɹz, ðə mˌænjuːfˈæktʃɚɹ ʌv tˈæloʊ kˈændəlz, ænd ðə nˈaɪn pˈɑːɹts ʌv spˈiːtʃ