text_original: "But that makes dressing a noble art!" cried Rotha. Her eyes had looked eagerly into the speaker's eyes, taking in his words with quick apprehension. "Carry out the principle into all other lines of action, then; and see what it will make the rest of life."
text_transcription: BUT THAT MAKES DRESSING A NOBLE ART CRIED ROTHA HER EYES HAD LOOKED EAGERLY INTO THE SPEAKER'S EYES TAKING IN HIS WORDS WITH QUICK APPREHENSION CARRY OUT THE PRINCIPLE INTO ALL OTHER LINES OF ACTION THEN AND SEE WHAT IT WILL MAKE THE REST OF LIFE
phonemes: "bˌʌt ðæt mˌeɪks dɹˈɛsɪŋ ɐ nˈoʊbəl ˈɑːɹt!" kɹˈaɪd ɹˈɑːθə. hɜːɹ ˈaɪz hæd lˈʊkt ˈiːɡɚli ˌɪntʊ ðə spˈiːkɚz ˈaɪz, tˈeɪkɪŋ ɪn hɪz wˈɜːdz wɪð kwˈɪk ˌæpɹihˈɛnʃən. "kˈæɹi ˈaʊt ðə pɹˈɪnsɪpəl ˌɪntʊ ˈɔːl ˈʌðɚ lˈaɪnz ʌv ˈækʃən, ðˈɛn; ænd sˈiː wʌt ɪt wɪl mˌeɪk ðə ɹˈɛst ʌv lˈaɪf."