text_original: It was the chill desolation of the silent hour, the freezing horror of the empty house, that had made her heart soften, and her tears fall, at the contact of this warm, living creature in the world of the dead. It was almost as if she had lost her way in one of the Roman catacombs, and had met this friendly animal among the dead of a thousand years, and in the horror of impenetrable darkness.
text_transcription: IT WAS THE CHILL DESOLATION OF THE SILENT HOUR THE FREEZING HORROR OF THE EMPTY HOUSE THAT HAD MADE HER HEART SOFTEN AND HER TEARS FALL AT THE CONTACT OF THIS WARM LIVING CREATURE IN THE WORLD OF THE DEAD IT WAS ALMOST AS IF SHE HAD LOST HER WAY IN ONE OF THE ROMAN CATACOMBS AND HAD MET THIS FRIENDLY ANIMAL AMONG THE DEAD OF A THOUSAND YEARS AND IN THE HORROR OF IMPENETRABLE DARKNESS
phonemes: ɪt wʌzðə tʃˈɪl dˌɛsəlˈeɪʃən ʌvðə sˈaɪlənt ˈaʊɚ, ðə fɹˈiːzɪŋ hˈɔɹɚɹ ʌvðɪ ˈɛmpti hˈaʊs, ðæt hæd mˌeɪd hɜː hˈɑːɹt sˈɔfən, ænd hɜː tˈɪɹz fˈɔːl, æt ðə kˈɑːntækt ʌv ðɪs wˈɔːɹm, lˈɪvɪŋ kɹˈiːtʃɚɹ ɪnðə wˈɜːld ʌvðə dˈɛd. ɪt wʌz ˈɔːlmoʊst æz ɪf ʃiː hæd lˈɔst hɜː wˈeɪ ɪn wˈʌn ʌvðə ɹˈoʊmən kˈæɾɐkˌoʊmz, ænd hæd mˈɛt ðɪs fɹˈɛndli ˈænɪməl ɐmˌʌŋ ðə dˈɛd əvə θˈaʊzənd jˈɪɹz, ænd ɪnðə hˈɔɹɚɹ ʌv ɪmpˈɛnɪtɹəbəl dˈɑːɹknəs.