text_original: She being in a reverie when we entered, the maid did not think proper to disturb her; so that we waited some minutes unobserved, during which time she bit the quill several times, altered her position, made many wry faces, and, at length, with an air of triumph, repeated aloud: "Nor dare th'immortal gods my rage oppose!" Having committed her success to paper, she turned towards the door, and perceiving us, cried, "What's the matter?"
text_transcription: SHE BEING IN A REVERIE WHEN WE ENTERED THE MAID DID NOT THINK PROPER TO DISTURB HER SO THAT WE WAITED SOME MINUTES UNOBSERVED DURING WHICH TIME SHE BIT THE QUILL SEVERAL TIMES ALTERED HER POSITION MADE MANY WRY FACES AND AT LENGTH WITH AN AIR OF TRIUMPH REPEATED ALOUD NOR DARE THE MORTAL GODS MY RAGE OPPOSE HAVING COMMITTED HER SUCCESS TO PAPER SHE TURNED TOWARDS THE DOOR AND PERCEIVING US CRIED WHAT'S THE MATTER
phonemes: ʃiː bˌiːɪŋ ɪn ɐ ɹˈɛvɚɹi wɛn wiː ˈɛntɚd, ðə mˈeɪd dɪdnˌɑːt θˈɪŋk pɹˈɑːpɚ tə dɪstˈɜːb hɜː; sˌoʊ ðæt wiː wˈeɪɾᵻd sˌʌm mˈɪnɪts ʌnəbzˈɜːvd, dˈʊɹɹɪŋ wˌɪtʃ tˈaɪm ʃiː bˈɪt ðə kwˈɪl sˈɛvɹəl tˈaɪmz, ˈɔltɚd hɜː pəzˈɪʃən, mˌeɪd mˈɛni ɹˈaɪ fˈeɪsᵻz, ænd, æt lˈɛŋθ, wɪð ɐn ˈɛɹ ʌv tɹˈaɪʌmf, ɹᵻpˈiːɾᵻd ɐlˈaʊd: "nˈɔːɹ dˈɛɹ tˌiːˈeɪtʃˈɪmɔːɹɾəl ɡˈɑːdz maɪ ɹˈeɪdʒ əpˈoʊz!" hˌævɪŋ kəmˈɪɾᵻd hɜː səksˈɛs tə pˈeɪpɚ, ʃiː tˈɜːnd təwˈɔːɹdz ðə dˈɔːɹ, ænd pɚsˈiːvɪŋ ˌʌs, kɹˈaɪd, "wˌʌts ðə mˈæɾɚ?"