text_original: She wanted to while away the dreary interval which she knew must elapse before her father's return. She found a novel of Paul Fevar's in a dirty and tattered cover, on the little marble topped writing table. The leaves were crumpled, and smeared with stains and WAITING. Ill splotches of grease, for it was Mr. Vane's habit to amuse himself with a work of fiction while he took his matutiual roll and coffee. He had taken to novel reading in his frivolous old age, and was as fond of a sentimental story as any school girl, — as his daughter herself.
text_transcription: SHE WANTED TO WHILE AWAY THE DREARY INTERVAL WHICH SHE KNEW MUST ELAPSE BEFORE HER FATHER'S RETURN SHE FOUND A NOVEL OF PAUL FERVALES IN A DIRTY AND TATTERED COVER ON THE LITTLE MARBLE TOPPED WRITING TABLE THE LEAVES WERE CRUMPLED AND SMEARED WITH STAINS AND SPLOTCHES OF GREASE FOR IT WAS MISTER VANE'S HABIT TO AMUSE HIMSELF WITH THE WORK OF FICTION WHILE HE TOOK HIS MATUTINAL ROLL AND COFFEE HE HAD TAKEN TO NOVEL READING IN HIS FRIVOLOUS OLD AGE AND WAS AS FOND OF A SENTIMENTAL STORY AS ANY SCHOOLGIRL AS HIS DAUGHTER HERSELF
phonemes: ʃiː wˈɔntᵻd tʊ wˌaɪl ɐwˈeɪ ðə dɹˈɪɹi ˈɪntɚvəl wˌɪtʃ ʃiː nˈuː mˈʌst ᵻlˈæps bᵻfˌɔːɹ hɜː fˈɑːðɚz ɹᵻtˈɜːn. ʃiː fˈaʊnd ɐ nˈɑːvəl ʌv pˈɔːl fˈɛvɑːɹz ɪn ɐ dˈɜːɾi ænd tˈæɾɚd kˈʌvɚ, ɔnðə lˈɪɾəl mˈɑːɹbəl tˈɑːpt ɹˈaɪɾɪŋ tˈeɪbəl. ðə lˈiːvz wɜː kɹˈʌmpəld, ænd smˈɪɹd wɪð stˈeɪnz ænd wˈeɪɾɪŋ. ˈɪl splˈɑːtʃᵻz ʌv ɡɹˈiːs, fɔːɹ ɪt wʌz mˈɪstɚ. vˈeɪnz hˈæbɪt tʊ ɐmjˈuːz hɪmsˈɛlf wɪð ɐ wˈɜːk ʌv fˈɪkʃən wˌaɪl hiː tˈʊk hɪz mˈæɾuːtˌɪjuːəl ɹˈoʊl ænd kˈɔfi. hiː hæd tˈeɪkən tə nˈɑːvəl ɹˈiːdɪŋ ɪn hɪz fɹˈɪvələs ˈoʊld ˈeɪdʒ, ænd wʌz æz fˈɑːnd əvə sˌɛntɪmˈɛntəl stˈɔːɹi æz ˌɛni skˈuːl ɡˈɜːl, — æz hɪz dˈɔːɾɚ hɜːsˈɛlf.