text_original: There was something callous in her demeanour, a sort of bravado, which made me momentarily more uncomfortable. This was quite a new Pollie to me. She spoke as if we were enjoying ourselves, with an apparently entire unconsciousness of the frightful situation we actually were in. I was positively beginning to be afraid of her.
text_transcription: THERE WAS SOMETHING CALLOUS IN HER DEMEANOUR A SORT OF BRAVADO WHICH MADE ME MOMENTARILY MORE UNCOMFORTABLE THIS WAS QUITE A NEW POLLY TO ME SHE SPOKE AS IF WE WERE ENJOYING OURSELVES WITH AN APPARENTLY ENTIRE UNCONSCIOUSNESS OF THE FRIGHTFUL SITUATION WE ACTUALLY WERE IN I WAS POSITIVELY BEGINNING TO BE AFRAID OF HER
phonemes: ðɛɹwˌʌz sˈʌmθɪŋ kˈæləs ɪn hɜː dᵻmˈiːnɚ, ɐ sˈɔːɹt ʌv bɹævˈɑːdoʊ, wˌɪtʃ mˌeɪd mˌiː mˌoʊməntˈɛɹᵻli mˈɔːɹ ʌŋkˈʌmftəbəl. ðɪs wʌz kwˈaɪt ɐ nˈuː pˈɑːli tə mˌiː. ʃiː spˈoʊk æz ɪf wiː wɜːɹ ɛndʒˈɔɪɪŋ aʊɚsˈɛlvz, wɪð ɐn ɐpˈæɹəntli ɛntˈaɪɚɹ ʌŋkˈɑːnʃəsnəs ʌvðə fɹˈaɪtfəl sˌɪtʃuːˈeɪʃən wiː ˈæktʃuːəli wɜːɹ ˈɪn. aɪ wʌz pˈɑːzᵻtˌɪvli bɪɡˈɪnɪŋ təbi ɐfɹˈeɪd ʌv hɜː.