text_original: "If Giulia had lived," she thought to night, as she crouched over the lonely hearth, sitting in that low chair in which she used to sit, as it were, at her husband's feet, sometimes in the dreamy twilight letting her drooping head rest upon his knee, while his hand hovered caressingly over the blonde hair. Had Giulia lived, would everything have been different?
text_transcription: IF JULIA HAD LIVED SHE THOUGHT TO NIGHT AS SHE CROUCHED OVER THE LONELY HEARTH SITTING IN THAT LOW CHAIR IN WHICH SHE USED TO SIT AS IT WERE AT HER HUSBAND'S FEET SOMETIMES IN THE DREAMY TWILIGHT LETTING HER DROOPING HEAD REST UPON HIS KNEE WHILE HIS HAND HOVERED CARESSINGLY OVER THE BLOND HAIR HAD JULIA LIVED WOULD EVERYTHING HAVE BEEN DIFFERENT
phonemes: "ɪf dʒɪjˈuːliə hæd lˈɪvd," ʃiː θˈɔːt tə nˈaɪt, æz ʃiː kɹˈaʊtʃt ˌoʊvɚ ðə lˈoʊnli hˈɑːɹθ, sˈɪɾɪŋ ɪn ðæt lˈoʊ tʃˈɛɹ ɪnwˌɪtʃ ʃiː jˈuːzd tə sˈɪt, æz ɪt wɜː, æt hɜː hˈʌsbəndz fˈiːt, sˈʌmtaɪmz ɪnðə dɹˈiːmi twˈaɪlaɪt lˈɛɾɪŋ hɜː dɹˈuːpɪŋ hˈɛd ɹˈɛst əpˌɑːn hɪz nˈiː, wˌaɪl hɪz hˈænd hˈʌvɚd kɚɹˈɛsɪŋli ˌoʊvɚ ðə blˈɑːnd hˈɛɹ. hæd dʒɪjˈuːliə lˈɪvd, wʊd ˈɛvɹɪθˌɪŋ hɐvbɪn dˈɪfɹənt?