text_original: She had tossed and turned in her sumptuous bed in a feverish unrest, playing her miserable hands over and over again, with the restless blood in her brain going round and round like a mill wheel, or plunging backwards and forwards like a piston rod.
text_transcription: SHE HAD TOSSED AND TURNED IN HER SUMPTUOUS BED IN A FEVERISH UNREST PLAYING HER MISERABLE HANDS OVER AND OVER AGAIN WITH THE RESTLESS BLOOD IN HER BRAIN GOING ROUND AND ROUND LIKE A MILL WHEEL OR PLUNGING BACKWARDS AND FORWARDS LIKE A PISTON ROD
phonemes: ʃiː hæd tˈɔst ænd tˈɜːnd ɪn hɜː sˈʌmptʃuːəs bˈɛd ɪn ɐ fˈiːvɚɹɪʃ ʌnɹˈɛst, plˈeɪɪŋ hɜː mˈɪzɹəbəl hˈændz ˌoʊvɚ ænd ˌoʊvɚɹ ɐɡˈɛn, wɪððə ɹˈɛstləs blˈʌd ɪn hɜː bɹˈeɪn ɡˌoʊɪŋ ɹˈaʊnd ænd ɹˈaʊnd lˈaɪk ɐ mˈɪl wˈiːl, ɔːɹ plˈʌndʒɪŋ bˈækwɚdz ænd fˈɔːɹwɚdz lˈaɪk ɐ pˈɪstən ɹˈɑːd.