text_original: " Ethel could nut help turning away her head ; she in  stinctively shrank from the stranger, and she felt as it there were venom in the breath which uttered such sweet tones.
text_transcription: ETHEL COULD NOT HELP TURNING AWAY HER HEAD SHE INSTINCTIVELY SHRANK FROM THE STRANGER AND SHE FELT AS IF THERE WERE VENOM IN THE BREATH WHICH UTTERED SUCH SWEET TONES
phonemes: " ˈɛθəl kʊd nˈʌt hˈɛlp tˈɜːnɪŋ ɐwˈeɪ hɜː hˈɛd ; ʃiː ɪn stˈɪŋktɪvli ʃɹˈæŋk fɹʌmðə stɹˈeɪndʒɚ, ænd ʃiː fˈɛlt æz ɪt ðɛɹwˌɜː vˈɛnəm ɪnðə bɹˈɛθ wˌɪtʃ ˈʌɾɚd sˈʌtʃ swˈiːt tˈoʊnz.