text_original: Day was gone, and only the moonbeams lighted the tall grasses. At the Hall the long French windows of the dining room were open; the Squire was sitting there alone, brooding sadly above the remnants of the fruit he had been eating.
text_transcription: DAY WAS GONE AND ONLY THE MOONBEAMS LIGHTED THE TALL GRASSES AT THE HALL THE LONG FRENCH WINDOWS OF THE DINING ROOM WERE OPEN THE SQUIRE WAS SITTING THERE ALONE BROODING SADLY ABOVE THE REMNANTS OF THE FRUIT HE HAD BEEN EATING
phonemes: dˈeɪ wʌz ɡˈɔn, ænd ˈoʊnli ðə mˈuːnbiːmz lˈaɪɾᵻd ðə tˈɔːl ɡɹˈæsᵻz. æt ðə hˈɔːl ðə lˈɔŋ fɹˈɛntʃ wˈɪndoʊz ʌvðə dˈaɪnɪŋ ɹˈuːm wɜːɹ ˈoʊpən; ðə skwˈaɪɚ wʌz sˈɪɾɪŋ ðɛɹ ɐlˈoʊn, bɹˈuːdɪŋ sˈædli əbˌʌv ðə ɹˈɛmnənts ʌvðə fɹˈuːt hiː hɐdbɪn ˈiːɾɪŋ.