text_original: Squire Derrick's old banqueting hall had been cleared out for the dancers. The squire himself, a bachelor of sixty, received his guests as Sir Roger de Coverley might have done. Rhoda saw his eyes rest on beautiful Helen in the lilac silk, and his glance followed her wonderingly as she went sweeping away to a distant part of the great room. Other looks followed her too.
text_transcription: SQUIRE DERYCK'S OLD BANQUETING HALL HAD BEEN CLEARED OUT FOR THE DANCERS THE SQUIRE HIMSELF A BACHELOR OF SIXTY RECEIVED HIS GUESTS AS SIR ROGER DE COVERLEY MIGHT HAVE DONE RHODA SAW HIS EYES REST ON BEAUTIFUL HELEN IN THE LILAC SILK AND HIS GLANCE FOLLOWED HER WONDERINGLY AS SHE WENT SWEEPING AWAY TO A DISTANT PART OF THE GREAT ROOM OTHER LOOKS FOLLOWED HER TOO
phonemes: skwˈaɪɚ dˈɛɹɪks ˈoʊld bˈæŋkwɪɾɪŋ hˈɔːl hɐdbɪn klˈɪɹd ˈaʊt fɚðə dˈænsɚz. ðə skwˈaɪɚ hɪmsˈɛlf, ɐ bˈætʃəlɚɹ ʌv sˈɪksti, ɹᵻsˈiːvd hɪz ɡˈɛsts æz sˌɜː ɹˈɑːdʒɚ də kˈʌvɚli mˌaɪthɐv dˈʌn. ɹˈoʊdə sˈɔː hɪz ˈaɪz ɹˈɛst ˌɔn bjˈuːɾifəl hˈɛlən ɪnðə lˈaɪlək sˈɪlk, ænd hɪz ɡlˈæns fˈɑːloʊd hɜː wˈʌndɚɹɪŋli æz ʃiː wɛnt swˈiːpɪŋ ɐwˈeɪ tʊ ɐ dˈɪstənt pˈɑːɹt ʌvðə ɡɹˈeɪt ɹˈuːm. ˈʌðɚ lˈʊks fˈɑːloʊd hɜː tˈuː.