text_original: One Monday evening, it must have been about the 14th of December, she rose as usual to give the creatures their supper. She got up, walking slowly, holding out in her thin hands an apronful of broken meat and bread.
text_transcription: ON MONDAY EVENING IT MUST HAVE BEEN ABOUT THE FOURTEENTH OF DECEMBER SHE ROSE AS USUAL TO GIVE THE CREATURES THEIR SUPPER SHE GOT UP WALKING SLOWLY HOLDING OUT IN HER THIN HANDS AN APRONFUL OF BROKEN MEAT AND BREAD
phonemes: wˈʌn mˈʌndeɪ ˈiːvnɪŋ, ɪt mˈʌstɐv bˌɪn ɐbˌaʊt ðə fˈɔːɹtiːnθ ʌv dᵻsˈɛmbɚ, ʃiː ɹˈoʊz æz jˈuːʒuːəl tə ɡˈɪv ðə kɹˈiːtʃɚz ðɛɹ sˈʌpɚ. ʃiː ɡɑːt ˈʌp, wˈɔːkɪŋ slˈoʊli, hˈoʊldɪŋ ˈaʊt ɪn hɜː θˈɪn hˈændz ɐn ˈeɪpɹənfəl ʌv bɹˈoʊkən mˈiːt ænd bɹˈɛd.