text_original: Slowly Dolores slipped her dagger into the sheath, and her face was bowed in confusion. All her life, the giant slave had tended her, guarded her steps and her sleep, taught her the exercises that had made her feared by all the turbulent crew outside; and she was now permitted the saving grace of remembrance.
text_transcription: SLOWLY DOLORE SLIPPED HER DAGGER INTO THE SHEATH AND HER FACE WAS BOWED IN CONFUSION ALL HER LIFE THE GIANT SLAVE HAD TENDED HER GUARDED HER STEPS AND HER SLEEP TOLD HER THE EXERCISES THAT HAD MADE HER FEARED BY ALL THE TURBULENT CREW OUTSIDE AND SHE WAS NOW PERMITTED THE SAVING GRACE OF REMEMBRANCE
phonemes: slˈoʊli dəlˈɔːɹɪs slˈɪpt hɜː dˈæɡɚɹ ˌɪntʊ ðə ʃˈiːθ, ænd hɜː fˈeɪs wʌz bˈaʊd ɪn kənfjˈuːʒən. ˈɔːl hɜː lˈaɪf, ðə dʒˈaɪənt slˈeɪv hæd tˈɛndᵻd hɜː, ɡˈɑːɹdᵻd hɜː stˈɛps ænd hɜː slˈiːp, tˈɔːt hɜː ðɪ ˈɛksɚsˌaɪzᵻz ðæt hæd mˌeɪd hɜː fˈɪɹd baɪ ˈɔːl ðə tˈɜːbjʊlənt kɹˈuː aʊtsˈaɪd; ænd ʃiː wʌz nˈaʊ pɚmˈɪɾᵻd ðə sˈeɪvɪŋ ɡɹˈeɪs ʌv ɹᵻmˈɛmbɹəns.