text_original: We adjourned to the kitchen where old Martha Habitations of Hoeeid Ceuelty. 57 stood before lier judge, clutching the table witli lier bard bands, trembling in every limb, her eyelids swollen out like puff balls, and offensive from neglect, her white curls making a border to her red turban, re  ceiving her sentence without a word.
text_transcription: WE ADJOURNED TO THE KITCHEN WHERE OLD MARTHA STOOD BEFORE HER JUDGE CLUTCHING THE TABLE WITH HER HARD HANDS TREMBLING IN EVERY LIMB HER EYELIDS SWOLLEN OUT LIKE PUFF BALLS AND OFFENSIVE FROM NEGLECT HER WHITE CURLS MAKING A BORDER TO HER RED TURBAN RECEIVING HER SENTENCE WITHOUT A WORD
phonemes: wiː ɐdʒˈɜːnd tə ðə kˈɪtʃən wˌɛɹ ˈoʊld mˈɑːɹθə hˌæbɪtˈeɪʃənz ʌv hˈoʊeɪd sjˈuːəlɾi. fˈɪfti sˈɛvən stˈʊd bᵻfˌɔːɹ lˈaɪɚ dʒˈʌdʒ, klˈʌtʃɪŋ ðə tˈeɪbəl wˈɪtli lˈaɪɚ bˈɑːɹd bˈændz, tɹˈɛmblɪŋ ɪn ˈɛvɹi lˈɪm, hɜːɹ ˈaɪlɪdz swˈoʊlən ˈaʊt lˈaɪk pˈʌf bˈɔːlz, ænd əfˈɛnsɪv fɹʌm nᵻɡlˈɛkt, hɜː wˈaɪt kˈɜːlz mˌeɪkɪŋ ɐ bˈɔːɹdɚ tə hɜː ɹˈɛd tˈɜːbən, ɹˌiː sˈiːvɪŋ hɜː sˈɛntəns wɪðˌaʊt ɐ wˈɜːd.