text_original: Rotha turned her head hurriedly, and then was more in a maze than ever, though of a different kind. Close by the gate somebody was standing. A stranger? And why did he look so little strange?
text_transcription: ROTHA TURNED HER HEAD HURRIEDLY AND THEN WAS MORE IN AMAZE THAN EVER THOUGH OF A DIFFERENT KIND CLOSE BY THE GATE SOMEBODY WAS STANDING A STRANGER AND WHY DID HE LOOK SO LITTLE STRANGE
phonemes: ɹˈɑːθə tˈɜːnd hɜː hˈɛd hˈɜːɹᵻdli, ænd ðˈɛn wʌz mˈɔːɹ ɪn ɐ mˈeɪz ðɐn ˈɛvɚ, ðˌoʊ əvə dˈɪfɹənt kˈaɪnd. klˈoʊs baɪ ðə ɡˈeɪt sˈʌmbɑːdi wʌz stˈændɪŋ. ɐ stɹˈeɪndʒɚ? ænd wˌaɪ dˈɪd hiː lˈʊk sˌoʊ lˈɪɾəl stɹˈeɪndʒ?