text_original: He nodded his head to the opening he had cut long ago in the noble trees which ran down the long slope of the great lawn, an opening that he always carefully preserved for it brought into the landscape from the veranda the tall smoke stacks of the wire mills.
text_transcription: HE NODDED HIS HEAD TO THE OPENING HE HAD CUT LONG AGO IN THE NOBLE TREES WHICH RAN DOWN THE LONG SLOPE OF THE GREAT LAWN AN OPENING THAT HE ALWAYS CAREFULLY PRESERVED FOR IT BROUGHT INTO THE LANDSCAPE FROM THE VERANDA THE TALL SMOKE STACKS OF THE WIRE MILLS
phonemes: hiː nˈɑːdᵻd hɪz hˈɛd tə ðɪ ˈoʊpənɪŋ hiː hæd kˈʌt lˈɔŋ ɐɡˈoʊ ɪnðə nˈoʊbəl tɹˈiːz wˌɪtʃ ɹˈæn dˌaʊn ðə lˈɔŋ slˈoʊp ʌvðə ɡɹˈeɪt lˈɔːn, ɐn ˈoʊpənɪŋ ðæt hiː ˈɔːlweɪz kˈɛɹfəli pɹɪzˈɜːvd fɔːɹ ɪt bɹˈɔːt ˌɪntʊ ðə lˈændskeɪp fɹʌmðə vəɹˈændə ðə tˈɔːl smˈoʊk stˈæks ʌvðə wˈaɪɚ mˈɪlz.