text_original: The drive across the Place de la Concorde, and along the Champs Elysees, was an exquisite pleasure to Eleanor Vane; but it was even yet more exquisite when the light carriage rolled away along one of the avenues in the Bois de Boulogne, where the shadows of the green leaves trembled on the grass, and all nature rejoiced beneath the cloudless August sky. The day was a shade too hot, perhaps, and had been certainly growing hotter since noon, but Eleanor was too happy to remember that.
text_transcription: THE DRIVE ACROSS THE PLACE DE LA CONCORDE AND ALONG THE CHASTELYSEES WAS AN EXQUISITE PLEASURE TO ELEANOR VANE BUT IT WAS EVEN YET MORE EXQUISITE WHEN THE LIGHT CARRIAGE ROLLED AWAY ALONG OF THE AVENUES IN THE BOIS DE BOULOGNE WHERE THE SHADOWS OF THE GREEN LEAVES TREMBLED ON THE GRASS AND ALL NATURE REJOICED BENEATH THE CLOUDLESS AUGUST SKY THE DAY WAS A SHADE TOO HOT PERHAPS AND HAD BEEN CERTAINLY GROWING HOTTER SINCE NOON BUT ELEANOR WAS TOO HAPPY TO REMEMBER THAT
phonemes: ðə dɹˈaɪv əkɹˌɑːs ðə plˈeɪs də lˌæ kəŋkˈɔːɹd, ænd ɐlˈɔŋ ðə tʃˈæmps eɪlˈiːzeɪz, wʌz ɐn ɛkskwˈɪsɪt plˈɛʒɚ tʊ ᵻlˈiːnɚ vˈeɪn; bˌʌt ɪt wʌz ˈiːvən jˈɛt mˈɔːɹ ɛkskwˈɪsɪt wɛn ðə lˈaɪt kˈæɹɪdʒ ɹˈoʊld ɐwˈeɪ ɐlˈɔŋ wˈʌn ʌvðɪ ˈævənˌuːz ɪnðə bˈɔɪz də buːlˈoʊn, wˌɛɹ ðə ʃˈædoʊz ʌvðə ɡɹˈiːn lˈiːvz tɹˈɛmbəld ɔnðə ɡɹˈæs, ænd ˈɔːl nˈeɪtʃɚ ɹᵻdʒˈɔɪst bᵻnˌiːθ ðə klˈaʊdləs ˈɔːɡəst skˈaɪ. ðə dˈeɪ wʌzɐ ʃˈeɪd tˈuː hˈɑːt, pɚhˈæps, ænd hɐdbɪn sˈɜːʔn̩li ɡɹˈoʊɪŋ hˈɑːɾɚ sˈɪns nˈuːn, bˌʌt ᵻlˈiːnɚ wʌz tˈuː hˈæpi tə ɹᵻmˈɛmbɚ ðˈæt.