text_original: "Oh, Diana," breathed Anne, squeezing Diana's mittened hand under the fur robe, "isn't it all like a beautiful dream? Do I really look the same as usual? I feel so different that it seems to me it must show in my looks."
text_transcription: OH DIANA BREATHED ANNE SQUEEZING DIANA'S MITTENED HAND UNDER THE FUR ROBE ISN'T IT ALL LIKE A BEAUTIFUL DREAM DO I REALLY LOOK THE SAME AS USUAL I FEEL SO DIFFERENT THAT IT SEEMS TO ME IT MUST SHOW IN MY LOOKS
phonemes: "ˈoʊ, daɪˈænə," bɹˈiːðd ˈæn, skwˈiːzɪŋ daɪˈænəz mˈɪʔn̩d hˈænd ˌʌndɚ ðə fˈɜː ɹˈoʊb, "ˌɪzənt ɪɾ ˈɔːl lˈaɪk ɐ bjˈuːɾifəl dɹˈiːm? dˈuː aɪ ɹˈiəli lˈʊk ðə sˈeɪm æz jˈuːʒuːəl? aɪ fˈiːl sˌoʊ dˈɪfɹənt ðˌɐɾɪt sˈiːmz tə mˌiː ɪt mˈʌst ʃˈoʊ ɪn maɪ lˈʊks."