text_original: With the words Dolores's right hand flashed upward, knife armed, and across Rufe's cheek glared a crimson cross; into his eyes leaped the fear of death. "Now go!" she said imperiously, pushing him away.
text_transcription: WITH THE WORDS DOLORES'S RIGHT HAND FLASHED UPWARD KNIFE ARMED AND ACROSS RUFE'S CHEEK GLARED A CRIMSON CROSS INTO HIS EYES LEAPED THE FEAR OF DEATH NOW GO SHE SAID IMPERIOUSLY PUSHING HIM AWAY
phonemes: wɪððə wˈɜːdz dəlˈɔːɹɪsᵻz ɹˈaɪt hˈænd flˈæʃt ˈʌpwɚd, nˈaɪf ˈɑːɹmd, ænd əkɹˌɑːs ɹˈuːfs tʃˈiːk ɡlˈɛɹd ɐ kɹˈɪmsən kɹˈɔs; ˌɪntʊ hɪz ˈaɪz lˈiːpt ðə fˈɪɹ ʌv dˈɛθ. "nˈaʊ ɡˈoʊ!" ʃiː sˈɛd ɪmpˈɪɹiəsli, pˈʊʃɪŋ hˌɪm ɐwˈeɪ.