text_original: Rarely had her foot trodden the stone pavement, yet every detail of the place  the form of the doors, the white ceiling, the unlovely drab walls had been burnt into her brain.
text_transcription: RARELY HAD HER FOOT TRODDEN THE STONE PAVEMENT YET EVERY DETAIL OF THE PLACE THE FORM OF THE DOORS THE WHITE CEILING THE UNLOVELY DRAB WALLS HAD BEEN BURNED INTO HER BRAIN
phonemes: ɹˈɛɹli hæd hɜː fˈʊt tɹˈɑːdən ðə stˈoʊn pˈeɪvmənt, jˈɛt ˈɛvɹi diːtˈeɪl ʌvðə plˈeɪs ðə fˈɔːɹm ʌvðə dˈɔːɹz, ðə wˈaɪt sˈiːlɪŋ, ðɪ ʌnlˈʌvli dɹˈæb wˈɔːlz hɐdbɪn bˈɜːnt ˌɪntʊ hɜː bɹˈeɪn.