text_original: A fire had been lit in the room, and Emily sat on the hearth to comb her hair. She was thinner than ever now — the tall, loose jointed " slinky " girl — her hair in its plenteous dark abundance was all of her that was not marked by the branding finger of death. She sat on the hearth combing her long brown hair.
text_transcription: A FIRE HAD BEEN LIT IN THE ROOM AND EMILY SAT ON THE HEARTH TO COMB HER HAIR SHE WAS THINNER THAN EVER NOW THE TALL LOOSE JOINTED SLINKY GIRL HER HAIR IN ITS PENTEOUS DARK ABUNDANCE WAS ALL OF HER THAT WAS NOT MARKED BY THE BRANDING FINGER OF DEATH SHE SAT ON THE HEARTH COMBING HER LONG BROWN HAIR
phonemes: ɐ fˈaɪɚ hɐdbɪn lˈɪt ɪnðə ɹˈuːm, ænd ˈɛmᵻli sˈæt ɔnðə hˈɑːɹθ tə kˈoʊm hɜː hˈɛɹ. ʃiː wʌz θˈɪnɚ ðɐn ˈɛvɚ nˈaʊ — ðə tˈɔːl, lˈuːs dʒˈɔɪntᵻd " slˈɪŋki " ɡˈɜːl — hɜː hˈɛɹ ɪn ɪts plˈɛntiəs dˈɑːɹk ɐbˈʌndəns wʌz ˈɔːl ʌv hɜː ðæt wʌz nˌɑːt mˈɑːɹkt baɪ ðə bɹˈændɪŋ fˈɪŋɡɚɹ ʌv dˈɛθ. ʃiː sˈæt ɔnðə hˈɑːɹθ kˈoʊmɪŋ hɜː lˈɔŋ bɹˈaʊn hˈɛɹ.