text_original: Everything was very still, not even the poplars stirred, yet the purple grew with sinister, unmoving speed. Mrs. Pendyce hurried, grasping her skirts in both her hands, and she noticed that the cattle were all grouped under the hedge. '.hat dreadful looking clouds!' she thought.
text_transcription: EVERYTHING WAS VERY STILL NOT EVEN THE POPLARS STIRRED YET THE PURPLE GREW WITH SINISTER UNMOVING SPEED MISSUS PENDISE HURRIED GRASPING HER SKIRTS IN BOTH HER HANDS AND SHE NOTICED THAT THE CATTLE WERE ALL GROUPED UNDER THE HEDGE WHAT DREADFUL LOOKING CLOUDS SHE THOUGHT
phonemes: ˈɛvɹɪθˌɪŋ wʌz vˈɛɹi stˈɪl, nˌɑːt ˈiːvən ðə pˈɑːplɚz stˈɜːd, jˈɛt ðə pˈɜːpəl ɡɹˈuː wɪð sˈɪnɪstɚ, ʌnmˈuːvɪŋ spˈiːd. mˈɪsɪz. pˈɛndaɪs hˈɜːɹid, ɡɹˈæspɪŋ hɜː skˈɜːts ɪn bˈoʊθ hɜː hˈændz, ænd ʃiː nˈoʊɾɪst ðætðə kˈæɾəl wɜːɹ ˈɔːl ɡɹˈuːpt ˌʌndɚ ðə hˈɛdʒ..hˈæt dɹˈɛdfəl lˈʊkɪŋ klˈaʊdz!ʃiː θˈɔːt.