text_original: A glance through the open door showed Rhoda the clear, broad moonlight, shining over the snow waste, and she heard the subdued voices of the men as they went off to some happier house. Then the door closed again, and she saw nothing but the little child's wan face.
text_transcription: A GLANCE THROUGH THE OPEN DOOR SHOWED RHODA THE CLEAR BROAD MOONLIGHT SHINING OVER THE SNOW WASTE AND SHE HEARD THE SUBDUED VOICES OF THE MEN AS THEY WENT OFF TO SOME HAPPIER HOUSE THEN THE DOOR CLOSED AGAIN AND SHE SAW NOTHING BUT THE LITTLE CHILD'S WAN FACE
phonemes: ɐ ɡlˈæns θɹuː ðɪ ˈoʊpən dˈɔːɹ ʃˈoʊd ɹˈoʊdə ðə klˈɪɹ, bɹˈɔːd mˈuːnlaɪt, ʃˈaɪnɪŋ ˌoʊvɚ ðə snˈoʊ wˈeɪst, ænd ʃiː hˈɜːd ðə sʌbdˈuːd vˈɔɪsᵻz ʌvðə mˈɛn æz ðeɪ wɛnt ˈɔf tə sˌʌm hˈæpɪɚ hˈaʊs. ðˈɛn ðə dˈɔːɹ klˈoʊzd ɐɡˈɛn, ænd ʃiː sˈɔː nˈʌθɪŋ bˌʌt ðə lˈɪɾəl tʃˈaɪldz wˈæn fˈeɪs.