text_original: There was nothing coarse in the meal. The golden tinge of the almond pound cake — a master work of Mrs. Spicer's— contrasted with the purple bloom of grapes and blue gages, the olive tint of ripe figs.
text_transcription: THERE WAS NOTHING COARSE IN THE MEAL THE GOLDEN TINGE OF THE ALMOND POUND CAKE A MASTER WORK OF MISSUS SPICER'S CONTRASTED WITH THE PURPLE BLOOM OF GRAPES AND BLUE GAUGES THE OLIVE TINT OF RIPE FIGS
phonemes: ðɛɹwˌʌz nˈʌθɪŋ kˈɔːɹs ɪnðə mˈiːl. ðə ɡˈoʊldən tˈɪndʒ ʌvðɪ ˈɔlmənd pˈaʊnd kˈeɪk — ɐ mˈæstɚ wˈɜːk ʌv mˈɪsɪz. spˈaɪsɚz— kəntɹˈæstᵻd wɪððə pˈɜːpəl blˈuːm ʌv ɡɹˈeɪps ænd blˈuː ɡˈeɪdʒᵻz, ðɪ ˈɑːlɪv tˈɪnt ʌv ɹˈaɪp fˈɪɡz.