text_original: "I am afraid it is a question of months rather than years," replied his friend, a famous Roman doctor. Something there was in the radiant face, pale, but full of light and life, in which the eye of an expert read auguries of evil; but to the elegant mob circulating through those sumptuous rooms Mrs. Rutherford was still beautiful with the bloom of health.
text_transcription: I AM AFRAID IT IS A QUESTION OF MONTHS RATHER THAN YEARS REPLIED HIS FRIEND A FAMOUS ROMAN DOCTOR SOMETHING THERE WAS IN THE RADIANT FACE PALE BUT FULL OF LIGHT AND LIFE IN WHICH THE EYE OF AN EXPERT READ AUGURIES OF EVIL BUT TO THE ELEGANT MOB CIRCULATING THROUGH THOSE SUMPTUOUS ROOMS MISSUS RUTHERFORD WAS STILL BEAUTIFUL WITH THE BLOOM OF HEALTH
phonemes: "aɪɐm ɐfɹˈeɪd ɪɾ ɪz ɐ kwˈɛstʃən ʌv mˈʌnθs ɹˈæðɚ ðɐn jˈɪɹz," ɹᵻplˈaɪd hɪz fɹˈɛnd, ɐ fˈeɪməs ɹˈoʊmən dˈɑːktɚ. sˈʌmθɪŋ ðɛɹwˌʌz ɪnðə ɹˈeɪdiənt fˈeɪs, pˈeɪl, bˌʌt fˈʊl ʌv lˈaɪt ænd lˈaɪf, ɪnwˌɪtʃ ðɪ ˈaɪ əvən ˈɛkspɜːt ɹˈiːd ˈɔːɡjʊɹiz ʌv ˈiːvəl; bˌʌt tə ðɪ ˈɛlɪɡənt mˈɑːb sˈɜːkjʊlˌeɪɾɪŋ θɹuː ðoʊz sˈʌmptʃuːəs ɹˈuːmz mˈɪsɪz. ɹˈʌðɚfɚd wʌz stˈɪl bjˈuːɾifəl wɪððə blˈuːm ʌv hˈɛlθ.