text_original: I shall always marvel at the courage there was in her, for she straightened and drew away from me a little proudly, albeit gently, and sat down on the knee of the oak, looking across the bayou towards the mist of the swamp.
text_transcription: I SHALL ALWAYS MARVEL AT THE COURAGE THERE WAS IN HER FOR SHE STRAIGHTENED AND DREW AWAY FROM ME A LITTLE PROUDLY ALBEIT GENTLY AND SAT DOWN ON THE KNEE OF THE OAK LOOKING ACROSS THE BAYU TOWARDS THE MIST OF THE SWAMP
phonemes: aɪʃˌɐl ˈɔːlweɪz mˈɑːɹvəl æt ðə kˈɜːɹɪdʒ ðɛɹwˌʌz ɪn hɜː, fɔːɹ ʃiː stɹˈeɪtənd ænd dɹˈuː ɐwˈeɪ fɹʌm mˌiː ɐ lˈɪɾəl pɹˈaʊdli, ɔːlbˈiːɪt dʒˈɛntli, ænd sˈæt dˌaʊn ɔnðə nˈiː ʌvðɪ ˈoʊk, lˈʊkɪŋ əkɹˌɑːs ðə bˈaɪuː təwˈɔːɹdz ðə mˈɪst ʌvðə swˈɑːmp.