text_original: And the little Cordelia, now completing her twelfth year  she was like a ray of blessed sunlight in the old castle. She was a plump little thing, bright and winsome, her silken locks giving promise of a rich golden brown; her large gray eyes, like twin stars, full of laughter and full of warm, impulsive love.
text_transcription: AND THE LITTLE CORDELIA NOW COMPLETING HER TWELFTH YEAR SHE WAS LIKE A RAY OF BLESSED SUNLIGHT IN THE OLD CASTLE SHE WAS A PLUMP LITTLE THING BRIGHT AND WINSOME HER SILKEN LOCKS GIVING PROMISE OF A RICH GOLDEN BROWN HER LARGE GREY EYES LIKE TWIN STARS FULL OF LAUGHTER AND FULL OF WARM IMPULSIVE LOVE
phonemes: ænd ðə lˈɪɾəl kɔːɹdˈiːliə, nˈaʊ kəmplˈiːɾɪŋ hɜː twˈɛlfθ jˈɪɹ ʃiː wʌz lˈaɪk ɐ ɹˈeɪ ʌv blˈɛst sˈʌnlaɪt ɪnðɪ ˈoʊld kˈæsəl. ʃiː wʌzɐ plˈʌmp lˈɪɾəl θˈɪŋ, bɹˈaɪt ænd wˈɪnsʌm, hɜː sˈɪlkən lˈɑːks ɡˈɪvɪŋ pɹˈɑːmɪs əvɚ ɹˈɪtʃ ɡˈoʊldən bɹˈaʊn; hɜː lˈɑːɹdʒ ɡɹˈeɪ ˈaɪz, lˈaɪk twˈɪn stˈɑːɹz, fˈʊl ʌv lˈæftɚ ænd fˈʊl ʌv wˈɔːɹm, ɪmpˈʌlsɪv lˈʌv.