text_original: Half mechanically the lady raised her hand to her head Her fingers lighted on the jewel which gleamed among her tresses. As they did so, and some faint comprehension of the stranger's meaning dawned upon her mind, her face became a crimson  red. **My husband's present!
text_transcription: HALF MECHANICALLY THE LADY RAISED HER HAND TO HER HEAD HER FINGERS LIGHTED ON THE JEWEL WHICH GLEAMED AMONG HER TRESSES AS THEY DID SO AND SOME FAINT COMPREHENSION OF THE STRANGER'S MEANING DAWNED UPON HER MIND HER FACE BECAME A CRIMSON RED MY HUSBAND'S PRESENT
phonemes: hˈæf mᵻkˈænɪkli ðə lˈeɪdi ɹˈeɪzd hɜː hˈænd tə hɜː hˈɛd hɜː fˈɪŋɡɚz lˈaɪɾᵻd ɔnðə dʒˈuːəl wˌɪtʃ ɡlˈiːmd ɐmˌʌŋ hɜː tɹˈɛsᵻz. æz ðeɪ dˈɪd sˈoʊ, ænd sˌʌm fˈeɪnt kˌɑːmpɹihˈɛnʃən ʌvðə stɹˈeɪndʒɚz mˈiːnɪŋ dˈɔːnd əpˌɑːn hɜː mˈaɪnd, hɜː fˈeɪs bɪkˌeɪm ɐ kɹˈɪmsən ɹˈɛd. ˈæstɚɹˌɪskɐstɚɹˌɪsk maɪ hˈʌsbəndz pɹˈɛzənt!