text_original: Submit on the wall drew her quilted petticoats close down over her feet, and huddled herself into a small space, but her face gleamed keen and resolute out of the depths of a great red hood that belonged to her mother.
text_transcription: SUBMIT ON THE WALL DREW HER QUILTED PETTICOATS CLOSE DOWN OVER HER FEET AND HUDDLED HERSELF INTO A SMALL PLACE BUT HER FACE GLEAMED KEEN AND RESOLUTE OUT OF THE DEPTHS OF A GREAT RED HOOD THAT BELONGED TO HER MOTHER
phonemes: səbmˈɪt ɔnðə wˈɔːl dɹˈuː hɜː kwˈɪltᵻd pˈɛɾɪkˌoʊts klˈoʊs dˌaʊn ˌoʊvɚ hɜː fˈiːt, ænd hˈʌdəld hɜːsˈɛlf ˌɪntʊ ɐ smˈɔːl spˈeɪs, bˌʌt hɜː fˈeɪs ɡlˈiːmd kˈiːn ænd ɹˈɛzəlˌuːt ˌaʊɾəv ðə dˈɛpθs əvə ɡɹˈeɪt ɹˈɛd hˈʊd ðæt bᵻlˈɔŋd tə hɜː mˈʌðɚ.