text_original: Close to her uncle she kept, as beneath the trellised porches that came down from the projecting gables of the burghers' houses many a well known face gazed and nodded, as they took their way through the crooked streets, many a beggar or poor widow waved her a blessing.
text_transcription: CLOSE TO HER UNCLE SHE KEPT AS BENEATH THE TRELLISED PORCHES THAT CAME DOWN FROM THE PROJECTING GABLES OF THE BURGHERS HOUSES MANY A WELL KNOWN FACE GAZED AND NODDED AS THEY TOOK THEIR WAY THROUGH THE CROOKED STREETS MANY A BEGGAR OR POOR WIDOW WAVED HER A BLESSING
phonemes: klˈoʊs tə hɜːɹ ˈʌŋkəl ʃiː kˈɛpt, æz bᵻnˌiːθ ðə tɹˈɛlaɪzd pˈɔːɹtʃᵻz ðæt kˈeɪm dˌaʊn fɹʌmðə pɹədʒˈɛktɪŋ ɡˈeɪbəlz ʌvðə bˈɜːɡɚz hˈaʊzᵻz mˈɛni ɐ wˈɛl nˈoʊn fˈeɪs ɡˈeɪzd ænd nˈɑːdᵻd, æz ðeɪ tˈʊk ðɛɹ wˈeɪ θɹuː ðə kɹˈʊkɪd stɹˈiːts, mˈɛni ɐ bˈɛɡɚ ɔːɹ pˈʊɹ wˈɪdoʊ wˈeɪvd hɜːɹ ɐ blˈɛsɪŋ.