text_original: There was a long drawn sigh. '* What fools all we women are ! What fools ! ** There was a sincerity of bitterness about the tone, which, coming as it did from an unseen speaker — one so near and yet so far — had on one a most un  comfortable effect Violet pressed closer to my side. The woman in the bed turned over. Overhead there still continued the measured tramp, tramping of the man.
text_transcription: THERE WAS A LONG DRAWN SIGH AH WHAT FOOLS ALL WE WOMEN ARE WHAT FOOLS THERE WAS A SINCERITY OF BITTERNESS ABOUT THE TONE WHICH COMING AS IT DID FROM AN UNSEEN SPEAKER ONE SO NEAR AND YET SO FAR HAD ON ONE A MOST UNCOMFORTABLE EFFECT VIOLET PRESSED CLOSER TO MY SIDE THE WOMAN IN THE BED TURNED OVER OVERHEAD THERE STILL CONTINUED THE MEASURED TRAMP TRAMPING OF THE MAN
phonemes: ðɛɹwˌʌz ɐ lˈɔŋ dɹˈɔːn sˈaɪ. ˈæstɚɹˌɪsk wʌt fˈuːlz ˈɔːl wiː wˈɪmɪn ɑːɹ ! wˌʌt fˈuːlz ! ˈæstɚɹˌɪskɐstɚɹˌɪsk ðɛɹwˌʌz ɐ sɪnsˈɛɹᵻɾi ʌv bˈɪtɚnəs ɐbˌaʊt ðə tˈoʊn, wˈɪtʃ, kˈʌmɪŋ æz ɪt dˈɪd fɹʌm ɐn ʌnsˈiːn spˈiːkɚ — wˈʌn sˌoʊ nˌɪɹ ænd jˈɛt sˈoʊ fˌɑːɹ — hæd ˌɔn wˈʌn ɐ mˈoʊst ˈʌn kˈʌmftəbəl ɪfˈɛkt vˈaɪəlɪt pɹˈɛst klˈoʊsɚ tə maɪ sˈaɪd. ðə wˈʊmən ɪnðə bˈɛd tˈɜːnd ˈoʊvɚ. ˌoʊvɚhˈɛd ðɛɹ stˈɪl kəntˈɪnjuːd ðə mˈɛʒɚd tɹˈæmp, tɹˈæmpɪŋ ʌvðə mˈæn.