text_original: Ethel was pale and dumb for some moments. Her tears were dried, her heaving breast labored painfully ; she looked on the ground with a dull and indifferent gaze, — the gaze of the condemned man as the axe is lifted over his head.
text_transcription: ETHEL WAS PALE AND DUMB FOR SOME MOMENTS HER TEARS WERE DRIED HER HEAVING BREAST LABOURED PAINFULLY SHE LOOKED ON THE GROUND WITH HER DULL AND INDIFFERENT GAZE THE GAZE OF THE CONDEMNED MAN AS THE AXES LIFTED OVER HIS HEAD
phonemes: ˈɛθəl wʌz pˈeɪl ænd dˈʌm fɔːɹ sˌʌm mˈoʊmənts. hɜː tˈɪɹz wɜː dɹˈaɪd, hɜː hˈiːvɪŋ bɹˈɛst lˈeɪbɚd pˈeɪnfəli ; ʃiː lˈʊkt ɔnðə ɡɹˈaʊnd wɪð ɐ dˈʌl ænd ɪndˈɪfɹənt ɡˈeɪz, — ðə ɡˈeɪz ʌvðə kəndˈɛmd mˈæn æz ðɪ ˈæks ɪz lˈɪftᵻd ˌoʊvɚ hɪz hˈɛd.