text_original: "We're to have a hurricane," said Nick. "I wish we might have it and be done with it." At five the sun went under. I remember that Madame was lolling listless in the garden, daintily arrayed in fine linen, trying to talk to Mr. Mason, when a sound startled us.
text_transcription: WE'RE TO HAVE A HURRICANE SAID NICK I WISH WE MIGHT HAVE IT AND BE DONE WITH IT AT FIVE THE SUN WENT UNDER I REMEMBER THAT MADAM WAS LOLLING LISTLESS IN THE GARDEN DAINTILY ARRAYED IN FINE LINEN TRYING TO TALK TO MISTER MASON WHEN A SOUND STARTLED US
phonemes: "wɪɹ tə hæv ɐ hˈɜːɹᵻkˌeɪn," sˈɛd nˈɪk. "aɪ wˈɪʃ wiː mˌaɪthɐv ɪt ænd biː dˈʌn wɪð ɪt." æt fˈaɪv ðə sˈʌn wɛnt ˈʌndɚ. aɪ ɹᵻmˈɛmbɚ ðæt mˈædəm wʌz lˈɑːlɪŋ lˈɪstləs ɪnðə ɡˈɑːɹdən, dˈeɪntili ɚɹˈeɪd ɪn fˈaɪn lˈɪnɪn, tɹˈaɪɪŋ tə tˈɔːk tə mˈɪstɚ. mˈeɪsən, wˌɛn ɐ sˈaʊnd stˈɑːɹɾəld ˌʌs.