text_original: It was daylight,— grey, cold, morning, chill and dismal after the oppressive August night, and she stood now in the window watching the empty street. But still the quarters chimed from the distant clocks : those distant chimes had become terribly distinct now in the early morning stillness.
text_transcription: IT WAS DAYLIGHT GRAY COLD MORNING CHILL AND DISMAL AFTER THE OPPRESSIVE AUGUST NIGHT AND SHE STOOD NOW IN THE WINDOW WATCHING THE EMPTY STREET BUT STILL THE QUARTERS CHIMED FROM THE DISTANT CLOCKS THOSE DISTANT CHIMES HAD BECOME TERRIBLY DISTINCT NOW IN THE EARLY MORNING STILLNESS
phonemes: ɪt wʌz dˈeɪlaɪt,— ɡɹˈeɪ, kˈoʊld, mˈɔːɹnɪŋ, tʃˈɪl ænd dˈɪzməl ˈæftɚ ðɪ əpɹˈɛsɪv ˈɔːɡəst nˈaɪt, ænd ʃiː stˈʊd nˈaʊ ɪnðə wˈɪndoʊ wˈɑːtʃɪŋ ðɪ ˈɛmpti stɹˈiːt. bˌʌt stˈɪl ðə kwˈɔːɹɾɚz tʃˈaɪmd fɹʌmðə dˈɪstənt klˈɑːks : ðoʊz dˈɪstənt tʃˈaɪmz hæd bɪkˌʌm tˈɛɹᵻbli dɪstˈɪŋkt nˈaʊ ɪnðɪ ˈɜːli mˈɔːɹnɪŋ stˈɪlnəs.