text_original: Suddenly the old woman straightened her bent figure and threw off her disguise. There before Pomona stood the handsome form of Vertumnus, who no longer felt any doubt about the nymph's love.
text_transcription: SUDDENLY THE OLD WOMAN STRAIGHTENED HER BENT FIGURE AND THREW OFF HER DISGUISE THERE BEFORE POMONA STOOD THE HANDSOME FORM OF VERTUMNUS WHO NO LONGER FELT ANY DOUBT ABOUT THE NYMPH'S LOVE
phonemes: sˈʌdənli ðɪ ˈoʊld wˈʊmən stɹˈeɪtənd hɜː bˈɛnt fˈɪɡjɚ ænd θɹˈuː ˈɔf hɜː dɪsɡˈaɪz. ðɛɹ bᵻfˌɔːɹ pəmˈoʊnə stˈʊd ðə hˈændsʌm fˈɔːɹm ʌv vˈɜːɾʌmnəs, hˌuː nˌoʊ lˈɑːŋɡɚ fˈɛlt ˌɛni dˈaʊt ɐbˌaʊt ðə nˈɪmfz lˈʌv.