text_original: It was a bright spring morning, when a door leading to the yard in front of the house opened, and a young girl, bright and fresh as the morning's self, issued from it. A lovelier creature than Ebba Thorneycroft cannot be imagined. Her figure was perfection  slight, tall, and ravishingly proportioned, with a slender waist, little limbs, and fairy feet that would have made the fortune of an opera dancer.
text_transcription: IT WAS A BRIGHT SPRING MORNING WHEN A DOOR LEADING TO THE YARD IN FRONT OF THE HOUSE OPENED AND A YOUNG GIRL BRIGHT AND FRESH AS THE MORNING SELF ISSUED FROM IT A LOVELIER CREATURE THAN ABERTHORNYCROFT CANNOT BE IMAGINED HER FIGURE WAS PERFECTION SLIGHT TALL AND RAVISHINGLY PROPORTIONED WITH A SLENDER WAIST LITTLE LIMBS AND FAIRY FEET THAT WOULD HAVE MADE THE FORTUNE OF AN OPERA DANCER
phonemes: ɪt wʌzɐ bɹˈaɪt spɹˈɪŋ mˈɔːɹnɪŋ, wˌɛn ɐ dˈɔːɹ lˈiːdɪŋ tə ðə jˈɑːɹd ɪn fɹˈʌnt ʌvðə hˈaʊs ˈoʊpənd, ænd ɐ jˈʌŋ ɡˈɜːl, bɹˈaɪt ænd fɹˈɛʃ æz ðə mˈɔːɹnɪŋz sˈɛlf, ˈɪʃuːd fɹʌm ɪt. ɐ lˈʌvliɚ kɹˈiːtʃɚ ðɐn ˈɛbə θˈɔːɹnɪkɹˌɔft kænˈɑːt biː ɪmˈædʒɪnd. hɜː fˈɪɡjɚ wʌz pɚfˈɛkʃən slˈaɪt, tˈɔːl, ænd ɹˈævɪʃɪŋli pɹəpˈɔːɹʃənd, wɪð ɐ slˈɛndɚ wˈeɪst, lˈɪɾəl lˈɪmz, ænd fˈɛɹi fˈiːt ðæt wʊdhɐv mˌeɪd ðə fˈɔːɹtʃʊn əvən ˈɑːpɚɹə dˈænsɚ.