text_original: Bensberg I suspected of something very like a covert grin. I saw that the cheeks of the usually cool and self  possessed Mrs. Groome were a fiery red. Unless I was mistaken, tears were in her eyes.
text_transcription: BENSBURG I SUSPECTED OF SOMETHING VERY LIKE A COVERED GRIN I SAW THAT THE CHEEKS OF THE USUALLY COOL AND SELF POSSESSED MISSUS GROOM WERE A FIERY RED UNLESS I WAS MISTAKEN TEARS WERE IN HER EYES
phonemes: bˈɛnsbɜːɡ aɪ səspˈɛktᵻd ʌv sˈʌmθɪŋ vˈɛɹi lˈaɪk ɐ koʊvˈɜːt ɡɹˈɪn. aɪ sˈɔː ðætðə tʃˈiːks ʌvðə jˈuːʒuːəli kˈuːl ænd sˈɛlf pəzˈɛst mˈɪsɪz. ɡɹˈuːm wɜːɹ ɐ fˈaɪɚɹi ɹˈɛd. ʌnlˈɛs aɪ wʌz mɪstˈeɪkən, tˈɪɹz wɜːɹ ɪn hɜːɹ ˈaɪz.