text_original: It was such a relief to think that she would see Vansittart Crowther no more, that she could wander where she pleased without the hazard of meeting that satyr like countenance, those pale protruding eyes, with malevolent stare — such a relief to know that she would be in a new country, where no one would know anything about her, or have any inclina  tion to gossip about her.
text_transcription: IT WAS SUCH A RELIEF TO THINK THAT SHE WOULD SEE VAN SETTART CRATHER NO MORE THAT SHE COULD WANDER WHERE SHE PLEASED WITHOUT THE HAZARD OF MEETING THAT SATIRE LIKE COUNTENANCE THOSE PALE PROTRUDING EYES WITH MALEVOLENT STARE SUCH A RELIEF TO KNOW THAT SHE WOULD BE IN A NEW COUNTRY WHERE NO ONE WOULD KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT HER OR HAVE ANY INCLINATION TO GOSSIP ABOUT HER
phonemes: ɪt wʌz sˈʌtʃ ɐ ɹᵻlˈiːf tə θˈɪŋk ðæt ʃiː wʊd sˈiː vˈænsɪtˌɑːɹt kɹˈoʊðɚ nˈoʊmˌɔːɹ, ðæt ʃiː kʊd wˈɔndɚ wˌɛɹ ʃiː plˈiːzd wɪðˌaʊt ðə hˈæzɚd ʌv mˈiːɾɪŋ ðæt sˈæɾɚ lˈaɪk kˈaʊntənəns, ðoʊz pˈeɪl pɹətɹˈuːdɪŋ ˈaɪz, wɪð məlˈɛvələnt stˈɛɹ — sˈʌtʃ ɐ ɹᵻlˈiːf tə nˈoʊ ðæt ʃiː wʊd biː ɪn ɐ nˈuː kˈʌntɹi, wˌɛɹ nˈoʊwˈʌn wʊd nˈoʊ ˈɛnɪθˌɪŋ ɐbˈaʊt hɜː, ɔːɹ hæv ˌɛni ɪŋklˈiːnə tɪˈɑːn tə ɡˈɑːsɪp ɐbˈaʊt hɜː.