text_original: One thing only was plain, that after each scrap of talk there came that ripple of joyous laughter from the man; and then, after a little more talk, with heads still closer, the boisterous mirth of a reckless woman. The woman was Mrs. Bellenden. What other rider after those Roman hounds had a figure like hers, the exquisite lines, the curves of bust and throat that the sculptors were talking about?
text_transcription: ONE THING ONLY WAS PLAIN THAT AFTER EACH SCRAP OF TALK THERE CAME THE RIPPLE OF JOYOUS LAUGHTER FROM THE MAN AND THEN AFTER A LITTLE MORE TALK WITH HEAD STILL CLOSER THE BOISTEROUS MIRTH OF A RECKLESS WOMAN THE WOMAN WAS MISSUS BELLINGDEN WHAT OTHER RIDER AFTER THOSE ROMAN HANDS HAD A FIGURE LIKE HERS THE EXQUISITE LINES THE CURVES OF BUST AND THROAT THAT THE SCULPTORS WERE TALKING ABOUT
phonemes: wˈʌn θˈɪŋ ˈoʊnli wʌz plˈeɪn, ðæt ˈæftɚɹ ˈiːtʃ skɹˈæp ʌv tˈɔːk ðɛɹ kˈeɪm ðæt ɹˈɪpəl ʌv dʒˈɔɪəs lˈæftɚ fɹʌmðə mˈæn; ænd ðˈɛn, ˈæftɚɹ ɐ lˈɪɾəl mˈɔːɹ tˈɔːk, wɪð hˈɛdz stˈɪl klˈoʊsɚ, ðə bˈɔɪstɚɹəs mˈɜːθ əvɚ ɹˈɛkləs wˈʊmən. ðə wˈʊmən wʌz mˈɪsɪz. bˈɛlɛndən. wˌʌt ˈʌðɚ ɹˈaɪdɚɹ ˈæftɚ ðoʊz ɹˈoʊmən hˈaʊndz hæd ɐ fˈɪɡjɚ lˈaɪk hˈɜːz, ðɪ ɛkskwˈɪsɪt lˈaɪnz, ðə kˈɜːvz ʌv bˈʌst ænd θɹˈoʊt ðætðə skˈʌlptɚz wɜː tˈɔːkɪŋ ɐbˈaʊt?