text_original: The reaction of ten years of self denial surged up within her, and she felt that she must speak, that her secret was being dragged from her. Ethel's eyes were fixed upon her  in another moment she would have spoken, but at that moment Nellie appeared climbing up the steep bank. 'Is that your little girl? Oh, what a pretty child!'
text_transcription: THE REACTION OF TEN YEARS OF SELF DENIAL SURGED UP WITHIN HER AND SHE FELT THAT SHE MUST SPEAK THAT HER SECRET WAS BEING DRAGGED FROM HER ETHEL'S EYES WERE FIXED UPON HER IN ANOTHER MOMENT SHE WOULD HAVE SPOKEN BUT AT THAT MOMENT NELLIE APPEARED CLIMBING UP THE STEEP BANK IS THAT YOUR LITTLE GIRL OH WHAT A PRETTY CHILD
phonemes: ðə ɹɪˈækʃən ʌv tˈɛn jˈɪɹz ʌv sˈɛlf dᵻnˈaɪəl sˈɜːdʒd ˌʌp wɪðˈɪn hɜː, ænd ʃiː fˈɛlt ðæt ʃiː mˈʌst spˈiːk, ðæt hɜː sˈiːkɹᵻt wʌz bˌiːɪŋ dɹˈæɡd fɹʌm hɜː. ˈɛθəlz ˈaɪz wɜː fˈɪkst əpˌɑːn hɜːɹ ɪn ɐnˈʌðɚ mˈoʊmənt ʃiː wʊdhɐv spˈoʊkən, bˌʌt æt ðæt mˈoʊmənt nˈɛli ɐpˈɪɹd klˈaɪmɪŋ ˌʌp ðə stˈiːp bˈæŋk. ɪz ðæt jʊɹ lˈɪɾəl ɡˈɜːl? ˈoʊ, wˌʌt ɐ pɹˈɪɾi tʃˈaɪld!