text_original: Miss Yane looked out at the bright hills and woods, the fruitful orchards, and white roofed cottages, so villa like, fantastical, and beautiful; 12 Eleanor's victory. and her face brightened with the brightening of the landscape under the hot radiance of the sun.
text_transcription: MISS VANE LOOKED OUT AT THE BRIGHT HILLS AND WOODS THE FRUITFUL ORCHARDS AND WHITE ROOFED COTTAGES SO VILLA LIKE FANTASTICAL AND BEAUTIFUL AND HER FACE BRIGHTENED WITH THE BRIGHTENING OF THE LANDSCAPE UNDER THE HOT RADIANCE OF THE SUN
phonemes: mˈɪs jˈeɪn lˈʊkt ˈaʊt æt ðə bɹˈaɪt hˈɪlz ænd wˈʊdz, ðə fɹˈuːtfəl ˈɔːɹtʃɚdz, ænd wˈaɪt ɹˈuːft kˈɑːɾɪdʒᵻz, sˌoʊ vˈɪlə lˈaɪk, fæntˈæstɪkəl, ænd bjˈuːɾifəl; twˈɛlv ᵻlˈiːnɚz vˈɪktɚɹi. ænd hɜː fˈeɪs bɹˈaɪʔn̩d wɪððə bɹˈaɪʔn̩ɪŋ ʌvðə lˈændskeɪp ˌʌndɚ ðə hˈɑːt ɹˈeɪdiəns ʌvðə sˈʌn.