text_original: The blank upon the slate was occupied; a name was written on it from comer to corner. It seemed that it had just been written by the woman, because the handwriting was feminine; and with her face towards the camera, still kneeling on the ground before the man George Solly, she pointed at it with a sort of defiant rage, as though she gloried in the fact of having written it, and dared them to deny the suggestion it conveyed. "Now, what do you think of that?"
text_transcription: THE BLANK UPON THE SLATE WAS OCCUPIED A NAME WAS WRITTEN ON IT FROM CORNER TO CORNER IT SEEMED THAT IT HAD JUST BEEN WRITTEN BY THE WOMAN BECAUSE THE HANDWRITING WAS FEMININE AND WITH HER FACE TOWARDS THE CAMERA STILL KNEELING ON THE GROUND BEFORE THE MAN GEORGE SALLY SHE POINTED AT IT WITH A SORT OF DEFIANT RAGE AS THOUGH SHE GLORIED IN THE FACT OF HAVING WRITTEN IT AND DARED THEM TO DENY THE SUGGESTION IT CONVEYED NOW WHAT DO YOU THINK OF THAT
phonemes: ðə blˈæŋk əpˌɑːn ðə slˈeɪt wʌz ˈɑːkjʊpˌaɪd; ɐ nˈeɪm wʌz ɹˈɪʔn̩ ˌɔn ɪt fɹʌm kˈʌmɚ tə kˈɔːɹnɚ. ɪt sˈiːmd ðˌɐɾɪt hæd dʒˈʌst bˌɪn ɹˈɪʔn̩ baɪ ðə wˈʊmən, bɪkˈʌz ðə hˈændɹaɪɾɪŋ wʌz fˈɛmᵻnˌɪn; ænd wɪð hɜː fˈeɪs təwˈɔːɹdz ðə kˈæmɹə, stˈɪl nˈiːlɪŋ ɔnðə ɡɹˈaʊnd bᵻfˌɔːɹ ðə mˈæn dʒˈɔːɹdʒ sˈɑːli, ʃiː pˈɔɪntᵻd æɾ ɪt wɪð ɐ sˈɔːɹt ʌv dᵻfˈaɪənt ɹˈeɪdʒ, æz ðˌoʊ ʃiː ɡlˈɔːɹid ɪnðə fˈækt ʌv hˌævɪŋ ɹˈɪʔn̩ ɪt, ænd dˈɛɹd ðˌɛm tə dᵻnˈaɪ ðə sədʒˈɛstʃən ɪt kənvˈeɪd. "nˈaʊ, wˌʌt dˈuː juː θˈɪŋk ʌv ðˈæt?"