text_original: She recog  nised swelling hills and broad patches of low verdure, winding glimpses of the river, far away 198 Eleanor's victory. villages glimmering whitely in the distance, and she wondered at the change in herself which made ' all these things so different to her.
text_transcription: SHE RECOGNIZED SWELLING HILLS AND BROAD PATCHES OF LOW VERDURE WINDING GLIMPSES OF THE RIVER FAR AWAY VILLAGES GLIMMERING WHITELY IN THE DISTANCE AND SHE WONDERED AT THE CHANGE IN HERSELF WHICH MADE ALL THESE THINGS SO DIFFERENT TO HER
phonemes: ʃiː ɹˈɛkəɡ nˈaɪzd swˈɛlɪŋ hˈɪlz ænd bɹˈɔːd pˈætʃᵻz ʌv lˈoʊ vˈɜːdʒɚ, wˈaɪndɪŋ ɡlˈɪmpsᵻz ʌvðə ɹˈɪvɚ, fˈɑːɹ ɐwˈeɪ wˈʌnhˈʌndɹɪd nˈaɪnti ˈeɪt ᵻlˈiːnɚz vˈɪktɚɹi. vˈɪlɪdʒᵻz ɡlˈɪmɚɹɪŋ wˈaɪtli ɪnðə dˈɪstəns, ænd ʃiː wˈʌndɚd æt ðə tʃˈeɪndʒ ɪn hɜːsˈɛlf wˌɪtʃ mˌeɪd ˈɔːl ðiːz θˈɪŋz sˌoʊ dˈɪfɹənt tə hɜː.