text_original: She looked at him shrinkingly, pale as death, as if he had a dagger in his hand ready to strike her. " No, I don't suppose there is anything that goes home to my heart any more than to other hearts," she said, after a pause, trying to speak carelessly.
text_transcription: SHE LOOKED AT HIM SHRINKINGLY PALE AS DEATH AS IF HE HAD A DAGGER IN HIS HAND READY TO STRIKE HER NO I DON'T SUPPOSE THERE IS ANYTHING THAT GOES HOME TO MY HEART ANY MORE THAN TO OTHER HEARTS SHE SAID AFTER A PAUSE TRYING TO SPEAK CARELESSLY
phonemes: ʃiː lˈʊkt æt hˌɪm ʃɹˈɪŋkɪŋli, pˈeɪl æz dˈɛθ, æz ɪf hiː hæd ɐ dˈæɡɚɹ ɪn hɪz hˈænd ɹˈɛdi tə stɹˈaɪk hɜː. " nˈoʊ, aɪ dˈoʊnt səpˈoʊz ðɛɹ ɪz ˈɛnɪθˌɪŋ ðæt ɡoʊz hˈoʊm tə maɪ hˈɑːɹt ˌɛni mˈɔːɹ ðɐn tʊ ˈʌðɚ hˈɑːɹts," ʃiː sˈɛd, ˈæftɚɹ ɐ pˈɔːz, tɹˈaɪɪŋ tə spˈiːk kˈɛɹləsli.