text_original: And this is the promenade of which he left us word, the solitary meditation! Speak up, man; you are forgiven for deserting us." He turned, laughing, to Mademoiselle. But she stood with her lips parted and her hands dropped, staring at my companion.
text_transcription: AND THIS IS THE PROMENADE OF WHICH HE LEFT US WORD THE SOLITARY MEDITATION SPEAK OF MAN YOU ARE FORGIVEN FOR DESERTING US HE TURNED LAUGHING TO MADEMOISELLE BUT SHE STOOD WITH HER LIPS PARTED AND HER HANDS DROPPED STARING AT MY COMPANION
phonemes: ænd ðɪs ɪz ðə pɹˌɑːmənˈɑːd ʌvwˈɪtʃ hiː lˈɛft ˌʌs wˈɜːd, ðə sˈɑːlətˌɛɹi mˌɛdɪtˈeɪʃən! spˈiːk ˈʌp, mˈæn; juː ɑːɹ fɚɡˈɪvən fɔːɹ dᵻzˈɜːɾɪŋ ˌʌs." hiː tˈɜːnd, lˈæfɪŋ, tə mˈædəməzˌɛl. bˌʌt ʃiː stˈʊd wɪð hɜː lˈɪps pˈɑːɹɾᵻd ænd hɜː hˈændz dɹˈɑːpt, stˈɛɹɪŋ æt maɪ kəmpˈæniən.