text_original: It was after parting with Claude in the garden, and creeping quietly up to her room in the second hour of the new day, while doors were beginning to open and voices to sound as the card players bade good night; it was in the stillness of the pretty guest chamber that Vera began to think of Mario Provana, and the impassioned love that had ended in a frozen aloofness.
text_transcription: IT WAS AFTER PARTING WITH CLAUDE IN THE GARDEN AND CREEPING QUIETLY UP TO HER ROOM IN THE SECOND HOUR OF THE NEW DAY WHILE DOORS WERE BEGINNING TO OPEN AND VOICES TO SOUND AS THE CARD PLAYERS BADE GOOD NIGHT IT WAS IN THE STILLNESS OF THE PRETTY GUEST CHAMBER THAT VERA BEGAN TO THINK OF MARIO PROVANA AND THE IMPASSIONED LOVE THAT HAD ENDED IN A FROZEN ALOOFNESS
phonemes: ɪt wʌz ˈæftɚ pˈɑːɹɾɪŋ wɪð klˈɔːd ɪnðə ɡˈɑːɹdən, ænd kɹˈiːpɪŋ kwˈaɪətli ˌʌp tə hɜː ɹˈuːm ɪnðə sˈɛkənd ˈaʊɚɹ ʌvðə nˈuː dˈeɪ, wˌaɪl dˈɔːɹz wɜː bɪɡˈɪnɪŋ tʊ ˈoʊpən ænd vˈɔɪsᵻz tə sˈaʊnd æz ðə kˈɑːɹd plˈeɪɚz bˈeɪd ɡˈʊd nˈaɪt; ɪt wʌz ɪnðə stˈɪlnəs ʌvðə pɹˈɪɾi ɡˈɛst tʃˈeɪmbɚ ðæt vˈiəɹə bɪɡˈæn tə θˈɪŋk ʌv mˈɑːɹɹɪˌoʊ pɹəvˈɑːnə, ænd ðɪ ɪmpˈæʃənd lˈʌv ðæt hæd ˈɛndᵻd ɪn ɐ fɹˈoʊzən ɐlˈuːfnəs.