text_original: She could remember him years, and years, and years ago, as it seemed to her, sitting in his shirt sleeves through the long WAITING. 101 summer afternoons, under the shadow of the scarlet runners in the little garden at Chelsea, smoking dirty clay pipes and practising popular melodies upon his fiddle.
text_transcription: SHE COULD REMEMBER HIM YEARS AND YEARS AND YEARS AGO AS IT SEEMED TO HER SITTING IN HIS SHIRT SLEEVES THROUGH THE LONG SUMMER AFTERNOONS UNDER THE SHADOW OF THE SCARLET RUNNERS IN THE LITTLE GARDEN AT CHELSEA SMOKING DIRTY CLAY PIPES AND PRACTISING POPULAR MELODIES UPON HIS FIDDLE
phonemes: ʃiː kʊd ɹᵻmˈɛmbɚ hˌɪm jˈɪɹz, ænd jˈɪɹz, ænd jˈɪɹz ɐɡˈoʊ, æz ɪt sˈiːmd tə hɜː, sˈɪɾɪŋ ɪn hɪz ʃˈɜːt slˈiːvz θɹuː ðə lˈɔŋ wˈeɪɾɪŋ. wˈʌnhˈʌndɹɪd wˈʌn sˈʌmɚɹ ˌæftɚnˈuːnz, ˌʌndɚ ðə ʃˈædoʊ ʌvðə skˈɑːɹlɪt ɹˈʌnɚz ɪnðə lˈɪɾəl ɡˈɑːɹdən æt tʃˈɛlsiː, smˈoʊkɪŋ dˈɜːɾi klˈeɪ pˈaɪps ænd pɹˈæktɪsɪŋ pˈɑːpjʊlɚ mˈɛlədiz əpˌɑːn hɪz fˈɪdəl.