text_original: Lady Okehampton's cards on Saturday night had seemed to be dealt to her by a malignant fiend, an invisible devil guiding the smooth white hands of human dealers. She had lain awake till the Sunday morning bells were ringing for the early service to which good people were going, fresh and light of foot, with minds at ease.
text_transcription: LADY OCAMPTON'S CARDS ON SATURDAY NIGHT HAD SEEMED TO BE DEALT TO HER BY A MALIGNANT FIEND AN INVISIBLE DEVIL GUIDING THE SMOOTH WHITE HANDS OF HUMAN DEALERS SHE HAD LAIN AWAKE TILL THE SUNDAY MORNING BELLS WERE RINGING FOR THE EARLY SERVICE TO WHICH GOOD PEOPLE WERE GOING FRESH AND LIGHT OF FOOT WITH MINDS AT EASE
phonemes: lˈeɪdi oʊkhˈæmptənz kˈɑːɹdz ˌɔn sˈæɾɚdˌeɪ nˈaɪt hæd sˈiːmd təbi dˈɛlt tə hɜː baɪ ɐ məlˈɪɡnənt fˈiːnd, ɐn ɪnvˈɪzᵻbəl dˈɛvəl ɡˈaɪdɪŋ ðə smˈuːð wˈaɪt hˈændz ʌv hjˈuːmən dˈiːlɚz. ʃiː hæd lˈeɪn ɐwˈeɪk tˈɪl ðə sˈʌndeɪ mˈɔːɹnɪŋ bˈɛlz wɜː ɹˈɪŋɪŋ fɚðɪ ˈɜːli sˈɜːvɪs tʊ wˌɪtʃ ɡˈʊd pˈiːpəl wɜː ɡˈoʊɪŋ, fɹˈɛʃ ænd lˈaɪt ʌv fˈʊt, wɪð mˈaɪndz æɾ ˈiːz.