text_original: Some  times she found herself lifting her eyes to his face in an unpremeditated prayer for pity, as they stood before some exquisite shrine of the Madonna, and the ineffable purity in the sculptured face looking down at her struck like a sharp Bword into her heart.
text_transcription: SOMETIMES SHE FOUND HERSELF LIFTING HER EYES TO HIS FACE IN AN UNPREMEDITATED PRAYER FOR PITY AS THEY STOOD BEFORE SOME EXQUISITE SHRINE OF THE MADONNA AND THE INEFFABLE PURITY IN THE SCULPTURED FACE LOOKING DOWN AT HER STRUCK LIKE A SHARP SWORD INTO HER HEART
phonemes: sˌʌm tˈaɪmz ʃiː fˈaʊnd hɜːsˈɛlf lˈɪftɪŋ hɜːɹ ˈaɪz tə hɪz fˈeɪs ɪn ɐn ʌnpɹɪmˈɛdᵻtˌeɪɾᵻd pɹˈɛɹ fɔːɹ pˈɪɾi, æz ðeɪ stˈʊd bᵻfˌɔːɹ sˌʌm ɛkskwˈɪsɪt ʃɹˈaɪn ʌvðə mɐdˈɑːnə, ænd ðɪ ɪnˈɛfəbəl pjˈʊɹɹᵻɾi ɪnðə skˈʌlptʃɚd fˈeɪs lˈʊkɪŋ dˌaʊn æt hɜː stɹˈʌk lˈaɪk ɐ ʃˈɑːɹp bˈiːwˈɜːd ˌɪntʊ hɜː hˈɑːɹt.