text_original: She was on the point of giving up in despair when she caught sight of the Eyesore. She looked at his back—which was all she could see of him—and brooded a long time. At last she rose and stole over to him on tip toe. She felt for a coin in the little bead embroidered bag that hung from her wrist. Two or three times she opened her mouth as if about to speak, but each time she closed it again upon the unspoken word.
text_transcription: SHE WAS ON THE POINT OF GIVING UP IN DESPAIR WHEN SHE CAUGHT SIGHT OF THE EYE SORE SHE LOOKED AT HIS BACK WHICH WAS ALL SHE COULD SEE OF HIM AND BROODED A LONG TIME AT LAST SHE ROSE AND STOLE OVER TO HIM ON TIPTOE SHE FELT FOR A COIN IN THE LITTLE BEAD EMBROIDERED BAG THAT HUNG FROM HER WRIST TWO OR THREE TIMES SHE OPENED HER MOUTH AS IF ABOUT TO SPEAK BUT EACH TIME SHE CLOSED IT AGAIN UPON THE UNSPOKEN WORD
phonemes: ʃiː wʌz ɔnðə pˈɔɪnt ʌv ɡˈɪvɪŋ ˌʌp ɪn dᵻspˈɛɹ wɛn ʃiː kˈɔːt sˈaɪt ʌvðɪ ˈaɪsɔːɹ. ʃiː lˈʊkt æt hɪz bˈæk—wˌɪtʃ wʌz ˈɔːl ʃiː kʊd sˈiː ʌv hˌɪm—ænd bɹˈuːdᵻd ɐ lˈɔŋ tˈaɪm. æt lˈæst ʃiː ɹˈoʊz ænd stˈoʊl ˌoʊvɚ tə hˌɪm ˌɔn tˈɪp tˈoʊ. ʃiː fˈɛlt fɚɹə kˈɔɪn ɪnðə lˈɪɾəl bˈiːd ɛmbɹˈɔɪdɚd bˈæɡ ðæt hˈʌŋ fɹʌm hɜː ɹˈɪst. tˈuː ɔːɹ θɹˈiː tˈaɪmz ʃiː ˈoʊpənd hɜː mˈaʊθ æz ɪf ɐbˌaʊt tə spˈiːk, bˌʌt ˈiːtʃ tˈaɪm ʃiː klˈoʊzd ɪɾ ɐɡˈɛn əpˌɑːn ðɪ ʌnspˈoʊkən wˈɜːd.