text_original: It moved on. And there loomed bold outlines of rock and ridge familiar to her. They had been stamped upon her memory by the strain of her lonely wanderings along that very road. She knew every rod of the way, dark, lonely, wild as it was.
text_transcription: IT MOVED ON AND THERE LOOMED BOLD OUTLINES OF ROCK AND RIDGE FAMILIAR TO HER THEY HAD BEEN STAMPED UPON HER MEMORY BY THE STRAIN OF HER LONELY WANDERINGS ALONG THAT VERY ROAD SHE KNEW EVERY ROD OF THE WAY DARK LONELY WILD AS IT WAS
phonemes: ɪt mˈuːvd ˈɔn. ænd ðɛɹ lˈuːmd bˈoʊld ˈaʊtlaɪnz ʌv ɹˈɑːk ænd ɹˈɪdʒ fəmˈɪlɪɹ tə hɜː. ðeɪ hɐdbɪn stˈæmpt əpˌɑːn hɜː mˈɛmɚɹi baɪ ðə stɹˈeɪn ʌv hɜː lˈoʊnli wˈɔndɚɹɪŋz ɐlˈɔŋ ðæt vˈɛɹi ɹˈoʊd. ʃiː nˈuː ˈɛvɹi ɹˈɑːd ʌvðə wˈeɪ, dˈɑːɹk, lˈoʊnli, wˈaɪld æz ɪt wˈʌz.