text_original: One Sunday evening Cathy and Heathcliff ran down to Thrushcross Grange to peep through the windows and see how the little Lintons spent their Sundays. They looked in, and saw Isabella at one end of the, to them, splendid drawing room, and Edgar at the other, both in floods of tears, peevishly quarrelling.
text_transcription: ONE SUNDAY EVENING CATHY AND HEATHCLIFF RAN DOWN TO THRUSHCROSS GRANGE TO PEEP THROUGH THE WINDOWS AND SEE HOW THE LITTLE LINTONS SPENT THEIR SUNDAYS THEY LOOKED IN AND SAW ISABELLA AT ONE END OF THE TO THEM SPLENDID DRAWING ROOM AND EDGAR AT THE OTHER BOTH IN FLOODS OF TEARS PEEVISHLY QUARRELLING
phonemes: wˈʌn sˈʌndeɪ ˈiːvnɪŋ kˈæθi ænd hˈiːθklɪf ɹˈæn dˌaʊn tə θɹˈʌʃkɹɔs ɡɹˈeɪndʒ tə pˈiːp θɹuː ðə wˈɪndoʊz ænd sˈiː hˌaʊ ðə lˈɪɾəl lˈɪntənz spˈɛnt ðɛɹ sˈʌndeɪz. ðeɪ lˈʊkt ˈɪn, ænd sˈɔː ˌɪseɪbˈɛlə æt wˈʌn ˈɛnd ʌvðə, tə ðˌɛm, splˈɛndɪd dɹˈɔːɪŋ ɹˈuːm, ænd ˈɛdɡɚɹ æt ðɪ ˈʌðɚ, bˈoʊθ ɪn flˈʌdz ʌv tˈɪɹz, pˈiːvɪʃli kwˈɔːɹəlɪŋ.