text_original: Her hand was on her dagger, her head was raised proudly; every inch and line of her figure irradiated splendid strength and surety; Milo heaved at the rock, and smiled blissfully. This was indeed how he had dreamed of his Sultana when she should come into her own.
text_transcription: HER HAND WAS ON HER DAGGER HER HEAD WAS RAISED PROUDLY EVERY INCH AND LINE OF HER FIGURE IRRADIATED SPLENDID STRENGTH AND SURETY MILO HEAVED AT THE ROCK AND SMILED BLISSFULLY THIS WAS INDEED HOW HE HAD DREAMED OF HIS SULTANA WHEN SHE SHOULD COME INTO HER OWN
phonemes: hɜː hˈænd wʌz ˌɔn hɜː dˈæɡɚ, hɜː hˈɛd wʌz ɹˈeɪzd pɹˈaʊdli; ˈɛvɹi ˈɪntʃ ænd lˈaɪn ʌv hɜː fˈɪɡjɚɹ ɪɹˈeɪdɪˌeɪɾᵻd splˈɛndɪd stɹˈɛŋθ ænd ʃˈʊɹɹəɾi; mˈaɪloʊ hˈiːvd æt ðə ɹˈɑːk, ænd smˈaɪld blˈɪsfəli. ðɪs wʌz ˌɪndˈiːd hˌaʊ hiː hæd dɹˈiːmd ʌv hɪz sʌltˈɑːnə wɛn ʃiː ʃˌʊd kˈʌm ˌɪntʊ hɜːɹ ˈoʊn.