text_original: Ann leaned forward, looking at him tensely. Then, as if afraid, she sank back into shadow. Katie could still see her hand gripping the arm of her chair. "But they're not the caring sort," Prescott was holding. "Think not?" said Wayne again, in Wayne's queer way. There was a silence, and then Ann had murmured something and slipped away.
text_transcription: ANNE LEANED FORWARD LOOKING AT THEM TENSELY THEN AS IF AFRAID SHE SANK BACK INTO THE SHADOW KATY COULD STILL SEE HER HAND GRIPPING THE ARM OF THE CHAIR BUT THEY'RE NOT THE CARING SORT PRESCOTT WAS HOLDING THINK NOT SAID WANE AGAIN IN WAIN'S QUEER WAY THERE WAS A SILENCE AND THEN ANNE HAD MURMURED SOMETHING AND SLIPPED AWAY
phonemes: ˈæn lˈiːnd fˈɔːɹwɚd, lˈʊkɪŋ æt hˌɪm tˈɛnsli. ðˈɛn, æz ɪf ɐfɹˈeɪd, ʃiː sˈæŋk bˈæk ˌɪntʊ ʃˈædoʊ. kˈeɪɾi kʊd stˈɪl sˈiː hɜː hˈænd ɡɹˈɪpɪŋ ðɪ ˈɑːɹm ʌv hɜː tʃˈɛɹ. "bˌʌt ðeɪɚ nˌɑːt ðə kˈɛɹɪŋ sˈɔːɹt," pɹˈɛskɑːt wʌz hˈoʊldɪŋ. "θˈɪŋk nˈɑːt?" sˈɛd wˈeɪn ɐɡˈɛn, ɪn wˈeɪnz kwˈɪɹ wˈeɪ. ðɛɹwˌʌz ɐ sˈaɪləns, ænd ðˈɛn ˈæn hæd mˈɜːmɚd sˈʌmθɪŋ ænd slˈɪpt ɐwˈeɪ.