text_original: Mademoiselle Virginie was not left long alone with her patterns and silks. A tall woman, with bold black eyes, a reckless manner, and a step as firm as a man's, stalked into the room with the gait of a tragedy queen crossing the stage. The instant her eyes fell on the French forewoman, she stopped, threw up her hands in astonishment, and exclaimed, "Finette!"
text_transcription: MADEMOISELLE VIRGINIE WAS NOT LEFT LONG ALONE WITH HER PATTERNS AND SILK A TALL WOMAN WITH BOLD BLACK EYES A RECKLESS MANNER AND A STEP AS FIRM AS A MAN'S STALKED INTO THE ROOM WITH THE GAIT OF A TRAGEDY QUEEN CROSSING THE STAGE THE INSTANT HER EYES FELL ON THE FRENCH FOREWOMAN SHE STOPPED THREW UP HER HANDS IN ASTONISHMENT AND EXCLAIMED FINETTE
phonemes: mˈædəməzˌɛl vˈɜːdʒɪni wʌz nˌɑːt lˈɛft lˈɔŋ ɐlˈoʊn wɪð hɜː pˈætɚnz ænd sˈɪlks. ɐ tˈɔːl wˈʊmən, wɪð bˈoʊld blˈæk ˈaɪz, ɐ ɹˈɛkləs mˈænɚ, ænd ɐ stˈɛp æz fˈɜːm æz ɐ mˈænz, stˈɔːkt ˌɪntʊ ðə ɹˈuːm wɪððə ɡˈeɪt əvə tɹˈædʒədi kwˈiːn kɹˈɔsɪŋ ðə stˈeɪdʒ. ðɪ ˈɪnstənt hɜːɹ ˈaɪz fˈɛl ɔnðə fɹˈɛntʃ fˈɔːɹwʊmən, ʃiː stˈɑːpt, θɹˈuː ˌʌp hɜː hˈændz ɪn ɐstˈɑːnɪʃmənt, ænd ɛksklˈeɪmd, "faɪnˈɛt!"