text_original: She stepped over to a long gilt framed mirror, and her beautiful face grew dark and her violet eyes dusky at the glorious reflection that gazed out at her. "It is well, Milo; I thank thee," she smiled. "Now to scatter the rats that gnaw at my walls. Lead out quickly."
text_transcription: SHE STEPPED OVER TO A LONG GILT FRAME MIRROR AND HER BEAUTIFUL FACE GREW DARK AND HER VIOLET EYES DUSKY AT THE GLORIOUS REFLECTION THAT GAZED OUT AT HER IT IS WELL MY LO I THANK THEE SHE SMILED NOW TO SCATTER THE RATS THAT GNAW AT MY WALLS LEAD OUT QUICKLY
phonemes: ʃiː stˈɛpt ˌoʊvɚ tʊ ɐ lˈɔŋ ɡˈɪlt fɹˈeɪmd mˈɪɹɚ, ænd hɜː bjˈuːɾifəl fˈeɪs ɡɹˈuː dˈɑːɹk ænd hɜː vˈaɪəlɪt ˈaɪz dˈʌski æt ðə ɡlˈɔːɹiəs ɹᵻflˈɛkʃən ðæt ɡˈeɪzd ˈaʊt æt hɜː. "ɪɾ ɪz wˈɛl, mˈaɪloʊ; aɪ θˈæŋk ðˈiː," ʃiː smˈaɪld. "nˈaʊ tə skˈæɾɚ ðə ɹˈæts ðæt nˈɔː æt maɪ wˈɔːlz. lˈiːd ˈaʊt kwˈɪkli."