text_original: What lurid clouds would not cover her when that pale crescent moon had filled its orb? The pretty Huguenot Duchess was in a very fever of anxiety and suspicion. What was the melancholy of Francis to her own?
text_transcription: WHAT LURID CLOUDS WOULD NOT COVER HER WHEN THAT PALE CRESCENT MOON HAD FILLED ITS ORB THE PRETTY HUGUENOT DUCHESS WAS IN A VERY FEVER OF ANXIETY AND SUSPICION WHAT WAS THE MELANCHOLY OF FRANCES TO HER OWN
phonemes: wˌʌt lˈʊɹɹɪd klˈaʊdz wʊd nˌɑːt kˈʌvɚ hɜː wɛn ðæt pˈeɪl kɹˈɛsənt mˈuːn hæd fˈɪld ɪts ˈɔːɹb? ðə pɹˈɪɾi hjˈuːɡənˌɑːt dˈʌtʃɛs wʌz ɪn ɐ vˈɛɹi fˈiːvɚɹ ʌv æŋzˈaɪəɾi ænd səspˈɪʃən. wˌʌt wʌzðə mˈɛləŋkˌɑːli ʌv fɹˈænsɪs tə hɜːɹ ˈoʊn?