text_original: The reflection of a woman with livid cheeks and blanched lips, with swollen eyelids, and dark rings of purple round the haggard eyes, and hair rough and tangled as Medusa's locks, and bare shoulders from which the stained satin bodice had slipped away.
text_transcription: THE REFLECTION OF A WOMAN WITH LIVID CHEEKS AND BLANCHED LIPS WITH SWOLLEN EYELIDS AND DARK RINGS OF PURPLE ROUND THE HAGGARD EYES AND HAIR ROUGH AND TANGLED AS MEDUS AS LOCKS AND BARE SHOULDERS FROM WHICH THE STAINED SATIN BODICE HAD SLIPPED AWAY
phonemes: ðə ɹᵻflˈɛkʃən əvə wˈʊmən wɪð lˈɪvɪd tʃˈiːks ænd blˈæntʃt lˈɪps, wɪð swˈoʊlən ˈaɪlɪdz, ænd dˈɑːɹk ɹˈɪŋz ʌv pˈɜːpəl ɹˈaʊnd ðə hˈæɡɚd ˈaɪz, ænd hˈɛɹ ɹˈʌf ænd tˈæŋɡəld æz mədˈuːsəz lˈɑːks, ænd bˈɛɹ ʃˈoʊldɚz fɹʌm wˈɪtʃ ðə stˈeɪnd sˈætɪn bˈɑːdɪs hæd slˈɪpt ɐwˈeɪ.