text_original: Miss Yane and her companion strolled into the dusky church of Saint Jacques by a little wooden door in a shady nook of the edifice. A few soli  tary women were kneeling here and there, half  hidden behind their high backed rush chairs. A fisherman was praying upon the steps of a little chapel, in the solemn obscurity.
text_transcription: MISS VANE AND HER COMPANION STROLLED INTO THE DUSKY CHURCH OF SAINT JACQUES BY A LITTLE WOODEN DOOR IN A SHADY NOOK OF THE EDIFICE A FEW SOLITARY WOMEN WERE KNEELING HERE AND THERE HALF HIDDEN BEHIND THEIR HIGH BACKED RUSH CHAIRS A FISHERMAN WAS PREYING UPON THE STEPS OF A LITTLE CHAPEL IN THE SOLEMN OBSCURITY
phonemes: mˈɪs jˈeɪn ænd hɜː kəmpˈæniən stɹˈoʊld ˌɪntʊ ðə dˈʌski tʃˈɜːtʃ ʌv sˈeɪnt ʒˈæk baɪ ɐ lˈɪɾəl wˈʊdən dˈɔːɹ ɪn ɐ ʃˈeɪdi nˈʊk ʌvðɪ ˈɛdɪfɪs. ɐ fjˈuː sˈoʊli tˈɛɹi wˈɪmɪn wɜː nˈiːlɪŋ hˈɪɹ ɐnd ðˈɛɹ, hˈæf hˈɪdən bᵻhˌaɪnd ðɛɹ hˈaɪ bˈækt ɹˈʌʃ tʃˈɛɹz. ɐ fˈɪʃɚmən wʌz pɹˈeɪɪŋ əpˌɑːn ðə stˈɛps əvə lˈɪɾəl tʃˈæpəl, ɪnðə sˈɑːləm əbskjˈʊɹɹᵻɾi.