text_original: Miss Josephine Barry, thin, prim, and rigid, was knitting fiercely by the fire, her wrath quite unappeased and her eyes snapping through her gold rimmed glasses. She wheeled around in her chair, expecting to see Diana, and beheld a white faced girl whose great eyes were brimmed up with a mixture of desperate courage and shrinking terror. "Who are you?"
text_transcription: MISS JOSEPHINE BARRY THIN PRIM AND RIGID WAS KNITTING FIERCELY BY THE FIRE HER WRATH QUITE UNAPPEASED AND HER EYES SNAPPING THROUGH HER GOLD RIM GLASSES SHE WHEELED AROUND IN HER CHAIR EXPECTING TO SEE DIANA AND BEHELD A WHITE FACED GIRL WHOSE GREAT EYES WERE BRIMMED UP WITH A MIXTURE OF DESPERATE COURAGE AND SHRINKING TERROR WHO ARE YOU
phonemes: mˈɪs dʒˈoʊsfiːn bˈæɹi, θˈɪn, pɹˈɪm, ænd ɹˈɪdʒɪd, wʌz nˈɪɾɪŋ fˈɪɹsli baɪ ðə fˈaɪɚ, hɜː ɹˈæθ kwˈaɪt ʌnɐpˈiːzd ænd hɜːɹ ˈaɪz snˈæpɪŋ θɹuː hɜː ɡˈoʊld ɹˈɪmd ɡlˈæsᵻz. ʃiː wˈiːld ɚɹˈaʊnd ɪn hɜː tʃˈɛɹ, ɛkspˈɛktɪŋ tə sˈiː daɪˈænə, ænd bᵻhˈɛld ɐ wˈaɪt fˈeɪsd ɡˈɜːl hˌuːz ɡɹˈeɪt ˈaɪz wɜː bɹˈɪmd ˌʌp wɪð ɐ mˈɪkstʃɚɹ ʌv dˈɛspɚɹət kˈɜːɹɪdʒ ænd ʃɹˈɪŋkɪŋ tˈɛɹɚ. "hˈuː ɑːɹ juː?"