text_original: But the country, the genuine country, the long roads and patches of common, the glimpses of wood and water, the great deserts of arable land, the scattered farm houses, and noisy farm  yards ; all these were strange and new to her, and her soul expanded in the unfamiliar atmo  sphere.
text_transcription: BUT THE COUNTRY THE GENUINE COUNTRY THE LONG ROADS AND PATCHES OF COMMON THE GLIMPSES OF WOOD AND WATER THE GREAT DESERTS OF ARABLE LAND THE SCATTERED FARMHOUSES AND NOISY FARMYARDS ALL THESE WERE STRANGE AND NEW TO HER AND HER SOUL EXPANDED IN THE UNFAMILIAR ATMOSPHERE
phonemes: bˌʌt ðə kˈʌntɹi, ðə dʒˈɛnjuːɪn kˈʌntɹi, ðə lˈɔŋ ɹˈoʊdz ænd pˈætʃᵻz ʌv kˈɑːmən, ðə ɡlˈɪmpsᵻz ʌv wˈʊd ænd wˈɔːɾɚ, ðə ɡɹˈeɪt dˈɛzɚts ʌv ˈæɹɐbəl lˈænd, ðə skˈæɾɚd fˈɑːɹm hˈaʊzᵻz, ænd nˈɔɪzi fˈɑːɹm jˈɑːɹdz ; ˈɔːl ðiːz wɜː stɹˈeɪndʒ ænd nˈuː tə hɜː, ænd hɜː sˈoʊl ɛkspˈændᵻd ɪnðɪ ʌnfəmˈɪlɪɹ ˈætmoʊ sfˈɪɹ.