text_original: There was a hubbub of many voices, a wild rush of people on to the course, where Ballet Girl lay motion  less. Her last race was run. The flush had faded from Mr. Major's cheeks, the light from his eyes.
text_transcription: THERE WAS A HUBBUB OF MANY VOICES A WILD RUSH OF PEOPLE ON TO THE COURTS WHERE BALEGGER LAY MOTIONLESS HER LAST RACE WAS RUN THE FLUSH HAD FADED FROM MISTER MAJOR'S CHEEKS THE LIGHT FROM HIS EYES
phonemes: ðɛɹwˌʌz ɐ hˈʌbʌb ʌv mˈɛni vˈɔɪsᵻz, ɐ wˈaɪld ɹˈʌʃ ʌv pˈiːpəl ˌɔn tə ðə kˈɔːɹs, wˌɛɹ bælˈeɪ ɡˈɜːl lˈeɪ mˈoʊʃən lˈɛs. hɜː lˈæst ɹˈeɪs wʌz ɹˈʌn. ðə flˈʌʃ hæd fˈeɪdᵻd fɹʌm mˈɪstɚ. mˈeɪdʒɚz tʃˈiːks, ðə lˈaɪt fɹʌm hɪz ˈaɪz.