text_original: Miss Caroline Mamey lay still among the pillows of her fotir poster bed; apparently con  sidering the ornamentation of the ceiling, as she caressed mechanically her sleeping lap dog; twin  ing the gloved taper fingers among its silvery grey ctirls.
text_transcription: MISS CAROLINE MARNEY LAY STILL AMONG THE PILLOWS OF HER FOUR POSTER BED APPARENTLY CONSIDERING THE ORNAMENTATION OF THE CEILING AS SHE CARESSED MECHANICALLY HER SLEEPING LAP DOG TWINING THE GLOVED TAPER FINGERS AMONG ITS SILVERY GRAY CURLS
phonemes: mˈɪs kˈæɹəlˌaɪn mˈeɪmi lˈeɪ stˈɪl ɐmˌʌŋ ðə pˈɪloʊz ʌv hɜː fˈoʊɾɪɹ pˈoʊstɚ bˈɛd; ɐpˈæɹəntli kˈɑːn sˈaɪdɚɹɪŋ ðɪ ˌɔːɹnəməntˈeɪʃən ʌvðə sˈiːlɪŋ, æz ʃiː kɚɹˈɛst mᵻkˈænɪkli hɜː slˈiːpɪŋ lˈæp dˈɑːɡ; twˈɪn ˈɪŋ ðə ɡlˈʌvd tˈeɪpɚ fˈɪŋɡɚz ɐmˌʌŋ ɪts sˈɪlvɚɹi ɡɹˈeɪ sˈiːtˈɜːlz.