text_original: The colour darted vividly into Rotha's cheeks, and a corresponding flash came to her eye. Yet she stood still and silent, while the colour went and came. Never here again? Then whither? and under what guardianship? His own?
text_transcription: THE COLOUR DARTED VIVIDLY INTO ROTHA'S CHEEKS AND A CORRESPONDING FLASH CAME TO HER EYE YET SHE STOOD STILL AND SILENT WHILE THE COLOR WENT AND CAME NEVER HERE AGAIN THEN WHITHER AND UNDER WHAT GUARDIANSHIP HIS OWN
phonemes: ðə kˈʌlɚ dˈɑːɹɾᵻd vˈɪvɪdli ˌɪntʊ ɹˈɑːθəz tʃˈiːks, ænd ɐ kˌɔːɹɪspˈɑːndɪŋ flˈæʃ kˈeɪm tə hɜːɹ ˈaɪ. jˈɛt ʃiː stˈʊd stˈɪl ænd sˈaɪlənt, wˌaɪl ðə kˈʌlɚ wɛnt ænd kˈeɪm. nˈɛvɚ hˈɪɹ ɐɡˈɛn? ðˈɛn wˈɪðɚ? ænd ˌʌndɚ wʌt ɡˈɑːɹdiənʃˌɪp? hɪz ˈoʊn?