text_original: For a while she waited, looking at him across the table with unutterable contempt. There was the man to whom the religion of the land and the law of the land, acting together in perfect harmony, had fettered her for life! Some women, in her position, might have wasted time in useless self reproach. Mrs. Vimpany reviewed her miserable married life with the finest mockery of her own misfortune. "Virtue," she said to herself, "is its own reward."
text_transcription: FOR A WHILE SHE WAITED LOOKING AT HIM ACROSS THE TABLE WITH UNUTTERABLE CONTEMPT THERE WAS THE MAN TO WHOM THE RELIGION OF THE LAND AND THE LAW OF THE LAND ACTING TOGETHER IN PERFECT HARMONY HAD FETTERED HER FOR LIFE SOME WOMEN IN HER POSITION MIGHT HAVE WASTED TIME IN USELESS SELF REPROACH MISSUS VINPANY REVIEWED HER MISERABLE MARRIED LIFE WITH THE FINEST MOCKERY OF HER OWN MISFORTUNE VIRTUE SHE SAID TO HERSELF IS ITS OWN REWARD
phonemes: fɚɹə wˈaɪl ʃiː wˈeɪɾᵻd, lˈʊkɪŋ æt hˌɪm əkɹˌɑːs ðə tˈeɪbəl wɪð ʌnˈʌɾɚɹəbəl kəntˈɛmpt. ðɛɹwˌʌz ðə mˈæn tə hˈuːm ðə ɹᵻlˈɪdʒən ʌvðə lˈænd ænd ðə lˈɔː ʌvðə lˈænd, ˈæktɪŋ təɡˌɛðɚɹ ɪn pˈɜːfɛkt hˈɑːɹməni, hæd fˈɛɾɚd hɜː fɔːɹ lˈaɪf! sˌʌm wˈɪmɪn, ɪn hɜː pəzˈɪʃən, mˌaɪthɐv wˈeɪstᵻd tˈaɪm ɪn jˈuːsləs sˈɛlf ɹᵻpɹˈoʊtʃ. mˈɪsɪz. vˈɪmpəni ɹᵻvjˈuːd hɜː mˈɪzɹəbəl mˈæɹid lˈaɪf wɪððə fˈaɪnɪst mˈɑːkɚɹi ʌv hɜːɹ ˈoʊn mɪsfˈɔːɹtʃʊn. "vˈɜːtʃuː," ʃiː sˈɛd tə hɜːsˈɛlf, "ɪz ɪts ˈoʊn ɹᵻwˈɔːɹd."