text_original: At once the mirror became a hill of glass so steep and smooth that no one could possibly climb it. The sprite tried to run up it, but no sooner had she gone a step or so than she slipped back again. At last, with a shriek of rage, she turned and fled back to her castle, and that was the last of her.
text_transcription: AT ONCE THE MIRROR BECAME A HILL OF GLASS SO STEEP AND SMOOTH THAT NO ONE COULD POSSIBLY CLIMB IT THE SPRITE TRIED TO RUN UP IT BUT NO SOONER HAD SHE GONE A STEP OR SO THAN SHE SLIPPED BACK AGAIN AT LAST WITH A SHRIEK OF RAGE SHE TURNED AND FLED BACK TO HER CASTLE AND THAT WAS THE LAST OF HER
phonemes: ɐtwˈʌns ðə mˈɪɹɚ bɪkˌeɪm ɐ hˈɪl ʌv ɡlˈæs sˌoʊ stˈiːp ænd smˈuːð ðæt nˈoʊwˈʌn kʊd pˈɑːsᵻbli klˈaɪm ɪt. ðə spɹˈaɪt tɹˈaɪd tə ɹˈʌn ˈʌp ɪt, bˌʌt nˈoʊ sˈuːnɚ hæd ʃiː ɡɔn ɐ stˈɛp ɔːɹ sˌoʊ ðɐn ʃiː slˈɪpt bˈæk ɐɡˈɛn. æt lˈæst, wɪð ɐ ʃɹˈiːk ʌv ɹˈeɪdʒ, ʃiː tˈɜːnd ænd flˈɛd bˈæk tə hɜː kˈæsəl, ænd ðæt wʌzðə lˈæst ʌv hɜː.