text_original: I looked again upon the familiar rows of trees which shaded the gravelled promenades where Nick had first seen Antoinette. Then we were under it, for the river was low, and the dingy uniformed officer was bowing over our passports beneath the awning.
text_transcription: I LOOKED AGAIN UPON THE FAMILIAR ROWS OF TREES WHICH SHADED THE GRAVELLED PROMENADES WHERE NICK HAD FIRST SEEN ANTOINETTE THEN WE WERE UNDER IT FOR THE RIVER WAS LOW AND THE DINGY UNIFORMED OFFICER WAS BOWING OVER OUR PASSPORTS BENEATH THE AWNING
phonemes: aɪ lˈʊkt ɐɡˈɛn əpˌɑːn ðə fəmˈɪlɪɹ ɹˈoʊz ʌv tɹˈiːz wˌɪtʃ ʃˈeɪdᵻd ðə ɡɹˈævəld pɹˌɑːmənˈɑːdz wˌɛɹ nˈɪk hæd fˈɜːst sˈiːn ˌæntɔɪnˈɛt. ðˈɛn wiː wɜːɹ ˈʌndɚɹ ɪt, fɚðə ɹˈɪvɚ wʌz lˈoʊ, ænd ðə dˈɪndʒi jˈuːnɪfˌɔːɹmd ˈɑːfɪsɚ wʌz bˈaʊɪŋ ˌoʊvɚɹ ˌaʊɚ pˈæspɔːɹts bᵻnˌiːθ ðɪ ˈɔːnɪŋ.