text_original: The sound of the dead man's voice was in the room, the voice of command  so strong, so stern in those grave discussions which Vera had often overheard through the half open door of the library, in the days when she had shared her husband's life  before fashion and Disbrowes had parted them.
text_transcription: THE SOUND OF THE DEAD MAN'S VOICE WAS IN THE ROOM THE VOICE OF COMMAND SO STRONG SO STERN IN THOSE GRAVE DISCUSSIONS WHICH VERA HAD OFTEN OVERHEARD THROUGH THE HALF OPEN DOOR OF THE LIBRARY IN THE DAYS WHEN SHE HAD SHARED HER HUSBAND'S LIFE BEFORE FASHION AND DISBROWS HAD PARTED THEM
phonemes: ðə sˈaʊnd ʌvðə dˈɛd mˈænz vˈɔɪs wʌz ɪnðə ɹˈuːm, ðə vˈɔɪs ʌv kəmˈænd sˌoʊ stɹˈɔŋ, sˌoʊ stˈɜːn ɪn ðoʊz ɡɹˈeɪv dɪskˈʌʃənz wˌɪtʃ vˈiəɹə hæd ˈɔfən ˌoʊvɚhˈɜːd θɹuː ðə hˈæf ˈoʊpən dˈɔːɹ ʌvðə lˈaɪbɹɛɹi, ɪnðə dˈeɪz wɛn ʃiː hæd ʃˈɛɹd hɜː hˈʌsbəndz lˈaɪf bᵻfˌɔːɹ fˈæʃən ænd dɪsbɹˈaʊz hæd pˈɑːɹɾᵻd ðˌɛm.