text_original: Bitter sense of loss and dismay when the grey, cold dawn lighted a quieter sea, and she heard the captain telling Lostwithiel that they had seen the worst of the storm, and that there was no fear now.
text_transcription: BITTER SENSE OF LOSS AND DISMAY WHEN THE GREY COLD DAWN LIGHTED A QUIETER SEA AND SHE HEARD THE CAPTAIN TELLING LOST WITH ILL THAT THEY HAD SEEN THE WORST OF THE STORM AND THAT THERE WAS NO FEAR NOW
phonemes: bˈɪɾɚ sˈɛns ʌv lˈɔs ænd dɪsmˈeɪ wɛn ðə ɡɹˈeɪ, kˈoʊld dˈɔːn lˈaɪɾᵻd ɐ kwˈaɪəɾɚ sˈiː, ænd ʃiː hˈɜːd ðə kˈæptɪn tˈɛlɪŋ lˈɑːstwɪðˌiːl ðæt ðeɪ hæd sˈiːn ðə wˈɜːst ʌvðə stˈɔːɹm, ænd ðæt ðɛɹwˌʌz nˈoʊ fˈɪɹ nˈaʊ.