text_original: The air seemed full of whispers. Rhoda grew hot beneath the broad stare of eyes. Yet few glanced at her; the brown wren, reluctantly perched beside the glittering peacock, was sheltered from observation.
text_transcription: THE AIR SEEMED FULL OF WHISPERS RHODA GREW HOT BENEATH THE BROAD STARE OF EYES YET FEW GLANCED AT HER THE BROWN WREN RELUCTANTLY PERCHED BESIDE THE GLITTERING PEACOCK WAS SHELTERED FROM OBSERVATION
phonemes: ðɪ ˈɛɹ sˈiːmd fˈʊl ʌv wˈɪspɚz. ɹˈoʊdə ɡɹˈuː hˈɑːt bᵻnˌiːθ ðə bɹˈɔːd stˈɛɹ ʌv ˈaɪz. jˈɛt fjˈuː ɡlˈænst æt hɜː; ðə bɹˈaʊn ɹˈɛn, ɹᵻlˈʌktəntli pˈɜːtʃt bᵻsˌaɪd ðə ɡlˈɪɾɚɹɪŋ pˈiːkɑːk, wʌz ʃˈɛltɚd fɹʌm ɑːbzɚvˈeɪʃən.