text_original: Vera paced the room slowly in the thickening light: sometimes standing by the open window, listening to footsteps on the parade, and the talk of the women from the olive woods, tramping bravely homeward with heavy baskets on their heads, baskets of little black olives for the oil mills that dotted the steep sides of the gorge through which the tempestuous little river went brawling down to the sluggish sea.
text_transcription: VERA PACED THE ROOM SLOWLY IN THE THICKENING LIGHT SOMETIMES STANDING BY THE OPEN WINDOW LISTENING TO FOOTSTEPS ON THE PARADE AND THE TALK OF THE WOMEN FROM THE OLIVE WOODS TRAMPING BRAVELY HOMEWARD WITH HEAVY BASKETS ON THEIR HEADS BASKETS OF LITTLE BLACK OLIVES FOR THE OIL MILLS THAT DOTTED THE STEEP SIDES OF THE GORGE THROUGH WHICH THEEMPESTUOUS LITTLE RIVER WENT BRAWLING DOWN TO THE SLUGGISH SEA
phonemes: vˈiəɹə pˈeɪst ðə ɹˈuːm slˈoʊli ɪnðə θˈɪkənɪŋ lˈaɪt: sˈʌmtaɪmz stˈændɪŋ baɪ ðɪ ˈoʊpən wˈɪndoʊ, lˈɪsənɪŋ tə fˈʊtstɛps ɔnðə pɚɹˈeɪd, ænd ðə tˈɔːk ʌvðə wˈɪmɪn fɹʌmðɪ ˈɑːlɪv wˈʊdz, tɹˈæmpɪŋ bɹˈeɪvli hˈoʊmwɚd wɪð hˈɛvi bˈæskɪts ˌɔn ðɛɹ hˈɛdz, bˈæskɪts ʌv lˈɪɾəl blˈæk ˈɑːlɪvz fɚðɪ ˈɔɪl mˈɪlz ðæt dˈɑːɾᵻd ðə stˈiːp sˈaɪdz ʌvðə ɡˈɔːɹdʒ θɹuː wˌɪtʃ ðə tɛmpˈɛstʃuːəs lˈɪɾəl ɹˈɪvɚ wɛnt bɹˈɔːlɪŋ dˌaʊn tə ðə slˈʌɡɪʃ sˈiː.