text_original: She had used up all her writing paper in letters; and never an answer did she get. She began to think indeed her world was bewitched. Winter was looming up in the distance, not so very far off neither; was she to pass it _here_, alone with Prissy Purcell and her husband?
text_transcription: SHE HAD USED UP ALL HER WRITING PAPER IN LETTERS AND NEVER AN ANSWER DID SHE GET SHE BEGAN TO THINK INDEED HER WORLD WAS BEWITCHED WINTER WAS LOOMING UP IN THE DISTANCE NOT SO VERY FAR OFF NEITHER WAS SHE TO PASS IT HERE ALONE WITH PRISSY PERCELL AND HER HUSBAND
phonemes: ʃiː hæd jˈuːzd ˌʌp ˈɔːl hɜː ɹˈaɪɾɪŋ pˈeɪpɚɹ ɪn lˈɛɾɚz; ænd nˈɛvɚɹ ɐn ˈænsɚ dˈɪd ʃiː ɡˈɛt. ʃiː bɪɡˈæn tə θˈɪŋk ˌɪndˈiːd hɜː wˈɜːld wʌz bᵻwˈɪtʃt. wˈɪntɚ wʌz lˈuːmɪŋ ˌʌp ɪnðə dˈɪstəns, nˌɑːt sˌoʊ vˈɛɹi fˈɑːɹ ˈɔf nˈiːðɚ; wʌz ʃiː tə pˈæs ɪt hˈɪɹ, ɐlˈoʊn wɪð pɹˈɪsi pˈɜːsɛl ænd hɜː hˈʌsbənd?