text_original: Glenaveril and all its belongings were taboo. She was very tired when she went home at four o'clock, just on the edge of dusk here — pitch dark, no doubt, in London and other great cities, where the poor, pinched faces were flitting to and fro in the fiftful glare of the butcher's gas, intent on finding a Christmas joint to fit the slenderest resources.
text_transcription: GLENAVEREL AND ALL ITS BELONGINGS WERE TABOO SHE WAS VERY TIRED WHEN SHE WENT HOME AT FOUR O'CLOCK JUST ON THE EDGE OF DUSK HERE PITCH DARK NO DOUBT IN LONDON AND OTHER GREAT CITIES WHERE THE POOR PINCHED FACES WERE FLITTING TO AND FRO IN THE FITFUL GLARE OF THE BUTCHER'S GAS INTENT ON FINDING A CHRISTMAS JOINT TO FIT THE SLENDEREST RESOURCES
phonemes: ɡlˈɛnɐvɚɹəl ænd ˈɔːl ɪts bᵻlˈɔŋɪŋz wɜː tæbˈuː. ʃiː wʌz vˈɛɹi tˈaɪɚd wɛn ʃiː wɛnt hˈoʊm æt fˈɔːɹ əklˈɑːk, dʒˈʌst ɔnðɪ ˈɛdʒ ʌv dˈʌsk hˈɪɹ — pˈɪtʃ dˈɑːɹk, nˈoʊ dˈaʊt, ɪn lˈʌndən ænd ˈʌðɚ ɡɹˈeɪt sˈɪɾiz, wˌɛɹ ðə pˈʊɹ, pˈɪntʃt fˈeɪsᵻz wɜː flˈɪɾɪŋ tˌuːəndfɹˈoʊ ɪnðə fˈɪftfəl ɡlˈɛɹ ʌvðə bˈʊtʃɚz ɡˈæs, ɪntˈɛnt ˌɔn fˈaɪndɪŋ ɐ kɹˈɪsməs dʒˈɔɪnt tə fˈɪt ðə slˈɛndɚɹɪst ɹᵻsˈɔːɹsᵻz.