text_original: That night after the banquet when the mayor sat before a blazing fire in his comfortable chair, the picture of the beggar woman, kneeling in the snow, and fumbling around for the gold piece, came before his eyes.
text_transcription: THAT NIGHT AFTER THE BANQUET WHEN THE MAYOR SAT BEFORE A BLAZING FIRE IN HIS COMFORTABLE CHAIR THE PICTURE OF THE BEGGAR WOMAN KNEELING IN THE SNOW AND FUMBLING AROUND FOR THE GOLD PIECE CAME BEFORE HIS EYES
phonemes: ðæt nˈaɪt ˈæftɚ ðə bˈæŋkwɪt wɛn ðə mˈeɪɚ sˈæt bᵻfˌɔːɹ ɐ blˈeɪzɪŋ fˈaɪɚɹ ɪn hɪz kˈʌmftəbəl tʃˈɛɹ, ðə pˈɪktʃɚɹ ʌvðə bˈɛɡɚ wˈʊmən, nˈiːlɪŋ ɪnðə snˈoʊ, ænd fˈʌmblɪŋ ɚɹˈaʊnd fɚðə ɡˈoʊld pˈiːs, kˈeɪm bᵻfˌɔːɹ hɪz ˈaɪz.