text_original: She was moving slowly, tired and languid after the long evening, and she never looked back. He followed her to the door of her room; but she stopped upon the threshold, turned and faced him, ashy pale in her white gown, like a ghost.
text_transcription: SHE WAS MOVING SLOWLY TIRED AND LANGUID AFTER THE LONG EVENING AND SHE NEVER LOOKED BACK HE FOLLOWED HER TO THE DOOR OF HER ROOM BUT SHE STOPPED UPON THE THRESHOLD TURNED AND FACED HIM ASHY PALE IN HER WHITE GOWN LIKE A GHOST
phonemes: ʃiː wʌz mˈuːvɪŋ slˈoʊli, tˈaɪɚd ænd lˈæŋɡwɪd ˈæftɚ ðə lˈɔŋ ˈiːvnɪŋ, ænd ʃiː nˈɛvɚ lˈʊkt bˈæk. hiː fˈɑːloʊd hɜː tə ðə dˈɔːɹ ʌv hɜː ɹˈuːm; bˌʌt ʃiː stˈɑːpt əpˌɑːn ðə θɹˈɛʃoʊld, tˈɜːnd ænd fˈeɪsd hˌɪm, ˈæʃi pˈeɪl ɪn hɜː wˈaɪt ɡˈaʊn, lˈaɪk ɐ ɡˈoʊst.