text_original: At last, when the perfumes of the flowers told us we were nearing the garden, she turned to me. "I like Mr. Temple," she said, again. "He is an honest gentleman," I answered. "One meets very few of them," she said, speaking in a low voice.
text_transcription: AT LAST WHEN THE PERFUMES OF THE FLOWERS TOLD US WE WERE NEARING THE GARDEN SHE TURNED TO ME I LIKE MISTER TEMPLE SHE SAID AGAIN HE'S AN HONEST GENTLEMAN I ANSWERED ONE MEETS VERY FEW OF THEM SHE SAID SPEAKING IN A LOW VOICE
phonemes: æt lˈæst, wˌɛn ðə pˈɜːfjuːmz ʌvðə flˈaʊɚz tˈoʊld ˌʌs wiː wɜː nˌɪɹɪŋ ðə ɡˈɑːɹdən, ʃiː tˈɜːnd tə mˌiː. "aɪ lˈaɪk mˈɪstɚ. tˈɛmpəl," ʃiː sˈɛd, ɐɡˈɛn. "hiː ɪz ɐn ˈɑːnɪst dʒˈɛntəlmən," aɪ ˈænsɚd. "wˈʌn mˈiːts vˈɛɹi fjˈuː ʌv ðˌɛm," ʃiː sˈɛd, spˈiːkɪŋ ɪn ɐ lˈoʊ vˈɔɪs.