text_original: It was early in the grey bleakness of a Sep  tember morning when the cab, carrying Eleanor and her friends, rattled under an archway leading out of Dudley Street, Bloomsbury, into the queer little retreat called the Pilasters.
text_transcription: IT WAS EARLY IN THE GRAY BLEAKNESS OF A SEPTEMBER MORNING WHEN THE CAB CARRYING ELEANOR AND HER FRIENDS RATTLED UNDER AN ARCHWAY LEADING OUT OF DUDLEY STREET BLOOMSBURY INTO THE QUEER LITTLE RETREAT CALLED THE PILASTERS
phonemes: ɪt wʌz ˈɜːli ɪnðə ɡɹˈeɪ blˈiːknəs əvə sˈɛp tˈɛmbɚ mˈɔːɹnɪŋ wɛn ðə kˈæb, kˈæɹiɪŋ ᵻlˈiːnɚ ænd hɜː fɹˈɛndz, ɹˈæɾəld ˌʌndɚɹ ɐn ˈɑːɹtʃweɪ lˈiːdɪŋ ˌaʊɾəv dˈʌdli stɹˈiːt, blˈuːmsbɛɹi, ˌɪntʊ ðə kwˈɪɹ lˈɪɾəl ɹᵻtɹˈiːt kˈɔːld ðə pˈɪlæstɚz.