text_original: There came to Mr. Southwode a quick recollection of the first time Rotha had ever laid her hand on his shoulder, when her mother was just dead; and how in her forlorn distress the girl had laid her head down too. He remembered the feeling of her thick locks of wavy hair brushing his cheek.
text_transcription: THERE CAME TO MISTER SOUTHWARD A QUICK RECOLLECTION OF THE FIRST TIME ROTHA HAD EVER LAID HER HAND ON HIS SHOULDER WHEN HER MOTHER WAS JUST DEAD AND HOW IN HER FORLORN DISTRESS THE GIRL HAD LAID HER HEAD DOWN TOO HE REMEMBERED THE FEELING OF HER THICK LOCKS OF WAVY HAIR BRUSHING HIS CHEEK
phonemes: ðɛɹ kˈeɪm tə mˈɪstɚ. sˈaʊθwoʊd ɐ kwˈɪk ɹˌɛkəlˈɛkʃən ʌvðə fˈɜːst tˈaɪm ɹˈɑːθə hæd ˈɛvɚ lˈeɪd hɜː hˈænd ˌɔn hɪz ʃˈoʊldɚ, wˌɛn hɜː mˈʌðɚ wʌz dʒˈʌst dˈɛd; ænd hˌaʊ ɪn hɜː fˈɔːɹlɔːɹn dɪstɹˈɛs ðə ɡˈɜːl hæd lˈeɪd hɜː hˈɛd dˌaʊn tˈuː. hiː ɹᵻmˈɛmbɚd ðə fˈiːlɪŋ ʌv hɜː θˈɪk lˈɑːks ʌv wˈeɪvi hˈɛɹ bɹˈʌʃɪŋ hɪz tʃˈiːk.