text_original: Her eyes were ever bent toward the great rock; her thoughts were centered on a vague, mysterious instinct which whispered to her that with her first admission into that frowning cavern the mantle of fierce old Red Jabez would fall upon her, and with it would come power that a Czar might envy! A Czar's power, indeed, but with all of a Czar's cares and more; for Czar never ruled over subjects like these.
text_transcription: HER EYES WERE EVER BENT TOWARD THE GREAT ROCK HER THOUGHTS WERE CENTRED ON A VAGUE MYSTERIOUS INSTINCT WHICH WHISPERED TO HER THAT WITH HER FIRST ADMISSION INTO THAT FROWNING CAVERN THE MANTLE OF FIERCE OLD RED HERBEZ WOULD FALL UPON HER AND WITH IT WOULD COME POWER THAT ITS SORROW MIGHT ENVY AT TSAR'S POWER INDEED BUT WITHAL OF ITS COR'S CARES AND MORE FOR TSAR NEVER RULED OVER SUBJECTS LIKE THESE
phonemes: hɜːɹ ˈaɪz wɜːɹ ˈɛvɚ bˈɛnt təwˈɔːɹd ðə ɡɹˈeɪt ɹˈɑːk; hɜː θˈɔːts wɜː sˈɛntɚd ˌɔn ɐ vˈeɪɡ, mɪstˈɪɹiəs ˈɪnstɪŋkt wˌɪtʃ wˈɪspɚd tə hɜː ðæt wɪð hɜː fˈɜːst ɐdmˈɪʃən ˌɪntʊ ðæt fɹˈaʊnɪŋ kˈævɚn ðə mˈæntəl ʌv fˈɪɹs ˈoʊld ɹˈɛd dʒˈeɪbɛz wʊd fˈɔːl əpˌɑːn hɜː, ænd wɪð ɪt wʊd kˈʌm pˈaʊɚ ðˌæɾə zˈɑːɹ mˌaɪt ˈɛnvi! ɐ zˈɑːɹz pˈaʊɚ, ˌɪndˈiːd, bˌʌt wɪð ˈɔːl əvə zˈɑːɹz kˈɛɹz ænd mˈɔːɹ; fɔːɹ zˈɑːɹ nˈɛvɚ ɹˈuːld ˌoʊvɚ sˈʌbdʒɛkts lˈaɪk ðˈiːz.