text_original: But truly there was nothing else of life, or cheer, or comfort, in the great sad stony room. A floor of stone, six gloomy doorways, and a black beamed ceiling  no wonder that my little darling cowered back into my arms, and put both hands before her eyes.
text_transcription: BUT TRULY THERE WAS NOTHING ELSE OF LIFE OR CHEER OR COMFORT IN THE GREAT SAD STONY ROOM A FLOOR OF STONE SIX GLOOMY DOORWAYS AND A BLACK BEAMED CEILING NO WONDER THAT MY LITTLE DARLING COWERED BACK INTO MY ARMS AND PUT BOTH HANDS BEFORE HER EYES
phonemes: bˌʌt tɹˈuːli ðɛɹwˌʌz nˈʌθɪŋ ˈɛls ʌv lˈaɪf, ɔːɹ tʃˈɪɹ, ɔːɹ kˈʌmfɚt, ɪnðə ɡɹˈeɪt sˈæd stˈoʊni ɹˈuːm. ɐ flˈɔːɹ ʌv stˈoʊn, sˈɪks ɡlˈuːmi dˈɔːɹweɪz, ænd ɐ blˈæk bˈiːmd sˈiːlɪŋ nˈoʊ wˈʌndɚ ðæt maɪ lˈɪɾəl dˈɑːɹlɪŋ kˈaʊɚd bˈæk ˌɪntʊ maɪ ˈɑːɹmz, ænd pˌʊt bˈoʊθ hˈændz bᵻfˌɔːɹ hɜːɹ ˈaɪz.