text_original: But the house drew her somehow. She had a morbid longing to be there, alone in the silence and emptiness of unused rooms, without Claude, whose presence jarred in rooms where another figure was still master.
text_transcription: BUT THE HOUSE DREW HER SOMEHOW SHE HAD A MORBID LONGING TO BE THERE ALONE IN THE SILENCE AND EMPTINESS OF UNUSED ROOMS WITHOUT CLAWED WHOSE PRESENCE JARRED IN ROOMS WHERE ANOTHER FIGURE WAS STILL MASTER
phonemes: bˌʌt ðə hˈaʊs dɹˈuː hɜː sˈʌmhaʊ. ʃiː hæd ɐ mˈɔːɹbɪd lˈɔŋɪŋ təbi ðˈɛɹ, ɐlˈoʊn ɪnðə sˈaɪləns ænd ˈɛmptinəs ʌv ʌnjˈuːzd ɹˈuːmz, wɪðˌaʊt klˈɔːd, hˌuːz pɹˈɛzəns dʒˈɑːɹd ɪn ɹˈuːmz wˌɛɹ ɐnˈʌðɚ fˈɪɡjɚ wʌz stˈɪl mˈæstɚ.