text_original: I had much to think of, and for the rest the weird beauty of the place, with its changing colors as the sun fell, held me in fascination. When the blue vapor stole through the cypress swamp, my trained ear caught the faintest of warning sounds. Mrs. Temple was coming.
text_transcription: I HAD MUCH TO THINK OF AND FOR THE REST THE WEIRD BEAUTY OF THE PLACE WITH ITS CHANGING COLORS AS THE SUN FELL HELD ME IN FASCINATION WHEN THE BLUE VAPOUR STOLE THROUGH THE CYPRESS SWAMP MY TRAINED EAR CAUGHT THE FAINTEST OF WARNING SOUNDS MISSUS TEMPLE WAS COMING
phonemes: aɪ hæd mˈʌtʃ tə θˈɪŋk ʌv, ænd fɚðə ɹˈɛst ðə wˈɪɹd bjˈuːɾi ʌvðə plˈeɪs, wɪð ɪts tʃˈeɪndʒɪŋ kˈʌlɚz æz ðə sˈʌn fˈɛl, hˈɛld mˌiː ɪn fˌæsᵻnˈeɪʃən. wˌɛn ðə blˈuː vˈeɪpɚ stˈoʊl θɹuː ðə sˈaɪpɹəs swˈɑːmp, maɪ tɹˈeɪnd ˈɪɹ kˈɔːt ðə fˈeɪntɪst ʌv wˈɔːɹnɪŋ sˈaʊndz. mˈɪsɪz. tˈɛmpəl wʌz kˈʌmɪŋ.