text_original: One evening, as Ethel, alone in the donjon garden, had just written, for the sixth time, with a diamond ring, some mysterious monogram upon the dusty window in the pos  tern gate through which her Ordener had disappeared, it opened. The young girl started. It was the first time that this gate had been opened since it closed upon him.
text_transcription: ONE EVENING AS ETHEL ALONE IN THE DUNGEON GARDEN HAD JUST WRITTEN FOR THE SIXTH TIME WITH A DIAMOND RING SOME MYSTERIOUS MONOGRAM UPON THE DUSTY WINDOW IN THE POSTERN GATE THROUGH WHICH HER ORDER HAD DISAPPEARED IT OPENED THE YOUNG GIRL STARTED IT WAS THE FIRST TIME THAT THIS GATE HAD BEEN OPENED SINCE IT CLOSED UPON HIM
phonemes: wˈʌn ˈiːvnɪŋ, æz ˈɛθəl, ɐlˈoʊn ɪnðə dˈɑːndʒɑːn ɡˈɑːɹdən, hæd dʒˈʌst ɹˈɪʔn̩, fɚðə sˈɪksθ tˈaɪm, wɪð ɐ dˈaɪəmənd ɹˈɪŋ, sˌʌm mɪstˈɪɹiəs mˈɑːnoʊɡɹˌæm əpˌɑːn ðə dˈʌsti wˈɪndoʊ ɪnðə pˈɑːs tˈɜːn ɡˈeɪt θɹuː wˌɪtʃ hɜːɹ ˈɔːɹdənɚ hæd dˌɪsɐpˈɪɹd, ɪɾ ˈoʊpənd. ðə jˈʌŋ ɡˈɜːl stˈɑːɹɾᵻd. ɪt wʌzðə fˈɜːst tˈaɪm ðæt ðɪs ɡˈeɪt hɐdbɪn ˈoʊpənd sˈɪns ɪt klˈoʊzd əpˌɑːn hˌɪm.