text_original: She marched the shrinking ghost seer down to the spring and ordered her to proceed straightaway over the bridge and into the dusky retreats of wailing ladies and headless specters beyond. "Oh, Marilla, how can you be so cruel?" sobbed Anne.
text_transcription: SHE MARCHED THE SHRINKING GHOST SEER DOWN TO THE SPRING AND ORDERED HER TO PROCEED STRAIGHT AWAY OVER THE BRIDGE AND INTO THE DUSKY RETREATS OF WAILING LADIES AND HEADLESS SPECTERS BEYOND OH MARILLA HOW CAN YOU BE SO CRUEL SOBBED ANNE
phonemes: ʃiː mˈɑːɹtʃt ðə ʃɹˈɪŋkɪŋ ɡˈoʊst sˈiːɚ dˌaʊn tə ðə spɹˈɪŋ ænd ˈɔːɹdɚd hɜː tə pɹəsˈiːd stɹˈeɪɾəwˌeɪ ˌoʊvɚ ðə bɹˈɪdʒ ænd ˌɪntʊ ðə dˈʌski ɹᵻtɹˈiːts ʌv wˈeɪlɪŋ lˈeɪdiz ænd hˈɛdləs spˈɛktɚz bᵻjˈɔnd. "ˈoʊ, mæɹˈɪlə, hˌaʊ kæn juː biː sˌoʊ kɹˈuːəl?" sˈɑːbd ˈæn.