text_original: Rotha started and turned upon the speaker one of her brilliant looks. A sort of delight at the thought, and admiration of _his_ thought, with a flush of intense affection which regarded at least two people, made her face like a cluster of diamonds.
text_transcription: ROTHA STARTED AND TURNED UPON THE SPEAKER ONE OF HER BRILLIANT LOOKS A SORT OF DELIGHT AT THE THOUGHT AN ADMIRATION OF HIS THOUGHT WITH A FLUSH OF INTENSE AFFECTION WHICH REGARDED AT LEAST TWO PEOPLE AND MADE HER FACE LIKE A CLUSTER OF DIAMONDS
phonemes: ɹˈɑːθə stˈɑːɹɾᵻd ænd tˈɜːnd əpˌɑːn ðə spˈiːkɚ wˈʌn ʌv hɜː bɹˈɪliənt lˈʊks. ɐ sˈɔːɹt ʌv dᵻlˈaɪt æt ðə θˈɔːt, ænd ˌædmɚɹˈeɪʃən ʌv hɪz θˈɔːt, wɪð ɐ flˈʌʃ ʌv ɪntˈɛns ɐfˈɛkʃən wˌɪtʃ ɹᵻɡˈɑːɹdᵻd æt lˈiːst tˈuː pˈiːpəl, mˌeɪd hɜː fˈeɪs lˈaɪk ɐ klˈʌstɚɹ ʌv dˈaɪəməndz.