text_original: She sat long in that melancholy reverie, only rousing herself and taking up a book from the table at her side, when she heard the door opening, and a servant came in to put fresh logs on the fire.
text_transcription: SHE SAT LONG IN THAT MELANCHOLY REVERIE ONLY ROUSING HERSELF AND TAKING UP A BOOK FROM THE TABLE AT HER SIDE WHEN SHE HEARD THE DOOR OPENING AND A SERVANT CAME IN TO PUT FRESH LOGS ON THE FIRE
phonemes: ʃiː sˈæt lˈɔŋ ɪn ðæt mˈɛləŋkˌɑːli ɹˈɛvɚɹi, ˈoʊnli ɹˈaʊzɪŋ hɜːsˈɛlf ænd tˈeɪkɪŋ ˌʌp ɐ bˈʊk fɹʌmðə tˈeɪbəl æt hɜː sˈaɪd, wˌɛn ʃiː hˈɜːd ðə dˈɔːɹ ˈoʊpənɪŋ, ænd ɐ sˈɜːvənt kˈeɪm ɪn tə pˌʊt fɹˈɛʃ lˈɔɡz ɔnðə fˈaɪɚ.