text_original: Elsie had often been troubled with sad visions of Jamie at night. She had pictured him sleeping in rags under an arch, or in some corner of a grimy garret. But fancy had never shown her anything like the dainty little white bed in this spacious room.
text_transcription: ELSIE HAD OFTEN BEEN TROUBLED WITH SAD VISIONS OF JAMIE AT NIGHT SHE HAD PICTURED HIM SLEEPING IN RAGS UNDER AN ARCH OR IN SOME CORNER OF A GRIMY GARRET BUT FANCY HAD NEVER SHOWN HER ANYTHING LIKE THE DAINTY LITTLE WHITE BED IN THIS SPACIOUS ROOM
phonemes: ˈɛlsi hæd ˈɔfən bˌɪn tɹˈʌbəld wɪð sˈæd vˈɪʒənz ʌv dʒˈeɪmi æt nˈaɪt. ʃiː hæd pˈɪktʃɚd hˌɪm slˈiːpɪŋ ɪn ɹˈæɡz ˌʌndɚɹ ɐn ˈɑːɹtʃ, ɔːɹ ɪn sˌʌm kˈɔːɹnɚɹ əvə ɡɹˈaɪmi ɡˈæɹɪt. bˌʌt fˈænsi hæd nˈɛvɚ ʃˈoʊn hɜːɹ ˈɛnɪθˌɪŋ lˈaɪk ðə dˈeɪnti lˈɪɾəl wˈaɪt bˈɛd ɪn ðɪs spˈeɪʃəs ɹˈuːm.