text_original: A smile flitted across the lips of the stranger, as she rejoined in a pitying tone : " And do you never murmur against those who flung you into this cell \ Do you not curse the authors of your misery
text_transcription: A SMILE FLITTED ACROSS THE LIPS OF THE STRANGER AS SHE REJOINED IN A PITYING TONE AND DO YOU NEVER MURMUR AGAINST THOSE WHO FLUNG YOU INTO THIS CELL DO YOU NOT CURSE THE AUTHORS OF YOUR MISERY
phonemes: ɐ smˈaɪl flˈɪɾᵻd əkɹˌɑːs ðə lˈɪps ʌvðə stɹˈeɪndʒɚ, æz ʃiː ɹᵻdʒˈɔɪnd ɪn ɐ pˈɪɾiɪŋ tˈoʊn : " ænd dˈuː juː nˈɛvɚ mˈɜːmɚɹ ɐɡˈɛnst ðoʊz hˌuː flˈʌŋ juː ˌɪntʊ ðɪs sˈɛl bˈækslæʃ dˈuː juː nˌɑːt kˈɜːs ðɪ ˈɔːθɚz ʌv jʊɹ mˈɪzɚɹi