text_original: Poor Rotha sat thinking of this while she went on with her luncheon, and growing alternately hot and cold as she thought of it; everything being aggravated by an occasional glance at the friend opposite her, whose neighbourhood was so sweet, and every line of his face and figure so inexpressibly precious to her.
text_transcription: POOR ARTHUR SAT THINKING OF THIS WHILE SHE WENT ON WITH HER LUNCHEON AND GROWING ALTERNATELY HOT AND COLD AS SHE THOUGHT OF IT EVERYTHING BEING AGGRAVATED BY AN OCCASIONAL GLANCE AT THE FRIEND OPPOSITE HER WHOSE NEIGHBOURHOOD WAS SO SWEET AND EVERY LINE OF HIS FACE AND FIGURE SO INEXPRESSIBLY PRECIOUS TO HER
phonemes: pˈʊɹ ɹˈɑːθə sˈæt θˈɪŋkɪŋ ʌv ðɪs wˌaɪl ʃiː wɛnt ˌɔn wɪð hɜː lˈʌntʃən, ænd ɡɹˈoʊɪŋ ɔːltˈɜːnətli hˈɑːt ænd kˈoʊld æz ʃiː θˈɔːt ʌv ɪt; ˈɛvɹɪθˌɪŋ bˌiːɪŋ ˈæɡɹɐvˌeɪɾᵻd baɪ ɐn əkˈeɪʒənəl ɡlˈæns æt ðə fɹˈɛnd ˈɑːpəzˌɪt hɜː, hˌuːz nˈeɪbɚhˌʊd wʌz sˌoʊ swˈiːt, ænd ˈɛvɹi lˈaɪn ʌv hɪz fˈeɪs ænd fˈɪɡjɚ sˌoʊ ˌɪnɛkspɹˈɛsᵻbli pɹˈɛʃəs tə hɜː.