text_original: He heard the key turning in the lock, shrugged his shoulders, and walked slowly along the gallery to his own room, not the room that had been Mario Provana's dressing room. "Some ass has been telling her things," he muttered to himself. And then he thought of Mrs. Bellenden's appearance that night, in a gown of gold tissue, and a diamond tiara.
text_transcription: HE HEARD THE KEY TURNING IN THE LOCK SHRUGGED HIS SHOULDERS AND WALKED SLOWLY ALONG THE GALLERY TO HIS OWN ROOM NOT THE ROOM THAT HAD BEEN MARIA PROVANA'S DRESSING ROOM SOME ASS HAS BEEN TELLING HER THINGS HE MUTTERED TO HIMSELF AND THEN HE THOUGHT OF MISSUS BELLINGTON'S APPEARANCE THAT NIGHT IN A GOWN OF GOLD TISSUE AND A DIAMOND TIARA
phonemes: hiː hˈɜːd ðə kˈiː tˈɜːnɪŋ ɪnðə lˈɑːk, ʃɹˈʌɡd hɪz ʃˈoʊldɚz, ænd wˈɔːkt slˈoʊli ɐlˈɔŋ ðə ɡˈælɚɹi tə hɪz ˈoʊn ɹˈuːm, nˌɑːt ðə ɹˈuːm ðæt hɐdbɪn mˈɑːɹɹɪˌoʊ pɹəvˈɑːnəz dɹˈɛsɪŋ ɹˈuːm. "sˌʌm ˈæs hˈæzbiːn tˈɛlɪŋ hɜː θˈɪŋz," hiː mˈʌɾɚd tə hɪmsˈɛlf. ænd ðˈɛn hiː θˈɔːt ʌv mˈɪsɪz. bˈɛlɛndənz ɐpˈɪɹəns ðæt nˈaɪt, ɪn ɐ ɡˈaʊn ʌv ɡˈoʊld tˈɪʃuː, ænd ɐ dˈaɪəmənd tiˈɑːɹə.