text_original: She rises abruptly and begins to pace up and down the room, the hot Irish blood in her veins afire. "No"  with a little impatient gesture of her small hand  "I _can't_ sit still. Every pulse seems throbbing.
text_transcription: SHE RISES ABRUPTLY AND BEGINS TO PACE UP AND DOWN THE ROOM THE HOT IRISH BLOOD IN HER FEINS AFIRE NO WITH A LITTLE IMPATIENT GESTURE OF HER SMALL HAND I CAN'T SIT STILL EVERY PULSE SEEMS THROBBING
phonemes: ʃiː ɹˈaɪzᵻz ɐbɹˈʌptli ænd bɪɡˈɪnz tə pˈeɪs ˌʌp ænd dˌaʊn ðə ɹˈuːm, ðə hˈɑːt ˈaɪɹɪʃ blˈʌd ɪn hɜː vˈeɪnz ɐfˈaɪɚ. "nˈoʊ"  wɪð ɐ lˈɪɾəl ɪmpˈeɪʃənt dʒˈɛstʃɚɹ ʌv hɜː smˈɔːl hˈænd  "aɪ kˈænt sˈɪt stˈɪl. ˈɛvɹi pˈʌls sˈiːmz θɹˈɑːbɪŋ.