text_original: As Dick walked down the long hill looking for a hotel, he felt more of his old joy in discovery, more of his old zestful curiosity than in many a day. The beauty of the place, the strong note of distinction the mills made in the picture, had finally stirred him.
text_transcription: AS DICK WALKED DOWN THE LONG HILL LOOKING FOR A HOTEL HE FELT MORE OF HIS OLD JOY AND DISCOVERY MORE OF HIS OLD ZEST CURIOSITY THAN IN MANY A DAY THE BEAUTY OF THE PLACE THE STRONG NOTE OF DISTINCTION THE MILLS MADE IN THE PICTURE HAD FINALLY STIRRED HIM
phonemes: æz dˈɪk wˈɔːkt dˌaʊn ðə lˈɔŋ hˈɪl lˈʊkɪŋ fɚɹə hoʊtˈɛl, hiː fˈɛlt mˈɔːɹ ʌv hɪz ˈoʊld dʒˈɔɪ ɪn dɪskˈʌvɚɹi, mˈɔːɹ ʌv hɪz ˈoʊld zˈɛstfəl kjˌʊɹɹɪˈɔsᵻɾi ðɐn ɪn mˈɛni ɐ dˈeɪ. ðə bjˈuːɾi ʌvðə plˈeɪs, ðə stɹˈɔŋ nˈoʊt ʌv dɪstˈɪŋkʃən ðə mˈɪlz mˌeɪd ɪnðə pˈɪktʃɚ, hæd fˈaɪnəli stˈɜːd hˌɪm.