text_original: She watched with wide, open eyes, and parted lips, quivering as with an over mastering fear, watched in momentary expectation of seeing those straining sails dip for the last time, that labouring hull founder and vanish betwixt black wave and White surf.
text_transcription: SHE WATCHED WITH WIDE OPEN EYES AND PARTED LIPS QUIVERING AS WITH AN OVERMASTERING FEAR WATCHED IN MOMENTARY EXPECTATION OF SEEING THOSE STRAINING SAILS DIP FOR THE LAST TIME THAT LABORING HOWL FOUNDER AND VANISH BETWIXT BLACK WAVE AND WHITE SURF
phonemes: ʃiː wˈɑːtʃt wɪð wˈaɪd, ˈoʊpən ˈaɪz, ænd pˈɑːɹɾᵻd lˈɪps, kwˈɪvɚɹɪŋ æz wɪð ɐn ˌoʊvɚ mˈæstɚɹɪŋ fˈɪɹ, wˈɑːtʃt ɪn mˈoʊməntˌɛɹi ɛkspɪktˈeɪʃən ʌv sˈiːɪŋ ðoʊz stɹˈeɪnɪŋ sˈeɪlz dˈɪp fɚðə lˈæst tˈaɪm, ðæt lˈeɪbɚɹɪŋ hˈʌl fˈaʊndɚ ænd vˈænɪʃ bᵻtwˈɪkst blˈæk wˈeɪv ænd wˈaɪt sˈɜːf.