text_original: Ransford turned quickly from the hearth and gave her a sharp look, beneath which her colour heightened. Her eyes shifted their gaze away to her letter, and she picked it up and began to fold it nervously. And at that Ransford rapped out a name, putting a quick suggestion of meaning inquiry into his voice. "Bryce?" he asked.
text_transcription: RANSFORD TURNED QUICKLY FROM THE HEARTH AND GAVE HER A SHARP LOOK BENEATH WHICH HER COLOUR HEIGHTENED HER EYES SHIFTED THEIR GAZE AWAY TO HER LETTER AND SHE PICKED IT UP AND BEGAN TO FOLD IT NERVOUSLY AND AT THAT RANSFORD TAPPED OUT A NAME PUTTING A QUICK SUGGESTION OF MEANING INQUIRY INTO HIS VOICE BRYCE HE ASKED
phonemes: ɹˈænzfɚd tˈɜːnd kwˈɪkli fɹʌmðə hˈɑːɹθ ænd ɡˈeɪv hɜːɹ ɐ ʃˈɑːɹp lˈʊk, bᵻnˌiːθ wˌɪtʃ hɜː kˈʌlɚ hˈaɪʔn̩d. hɜːɹ ˈaɪz ʃˈɪftᵻd ðɛɹ ɡˈeɪz ɐwˈeɪ tə hɜː lˈɛɾɚ, ænd ʃiː pˈɪkt ɪɾ ˌʌp ænd bɪɡˈæn tə fˈoʊld ɪt nˈɜːvəsli. ænd æt ðæt ɹˈænzfɚd ɹˈæpt ˈaʊt ɐ nˈeɪm, pˈʊɾɪŋ ɐ kwˈɪk sədʒˈɛstʃən ʌv mˈiːnɪŋ ˈɪŋkwɚɹi ˌɪntʊ hɪz vˈɔɪs. "bɹˈaɪs?" hiː ˈæskt.