text_original: One morning, when they were riding shoulder to shoulder, at a wilder pace than usual, and when Vera's horse was doing his best to get absolute possession of his bridle, she turned with a light laugh to her husband. "Isn't this delicious?" she asked breathlessly, thrilled by the freshness of the air and the rapture of the pace. "Would you mind if we were not able to stop them on this side of the sea?"
text_transcription: ONE MORNING WHEN THEY WERE RIDING SHOULDER TO SHOULDER AT A WILDER PACE THAN USUAL AND WHEN VERA'S HORSE WAS DOING HIS BEST TO GET ABSOLUTE POSSESSION OF HIS BRIDLE SHE TURNED WITH A LIGHT LAUGH TO HER HUSBAND ISN'T THIS DELICIOUS SHE ASKED BREATHLESSLY THRILLED BY THE FRESHNESS OF THE AIR AND THE RAPTURE OF THE PACE WOULD YOU MIND IF WE WERE NOT ABLE TO STOP THEM ON THIS SIDE OF THE SEA
phonemes: wˈʌn mˈɔːɹnɪŋ, wˌɛn ðeɪ wɜː ɹˈaɪdɪŋ ʃˈoʊldɚ tə ʃˈoʊldɚ, æɾə wˈaɪldɚ pˈeɪs ðɐn jˈuːʒuːəl, ænd wɛn vˈiəɹəz hˈɔːɹs wʌz dˌuːɪŋ hɪz bˈɛst tə ɡɛt ˈæbsəlˌuːt pəzˈɛʃən ʌv hɪz bɹˈaɪdəl, ʃiː tˈɜːnd wɪð ɐ lˈaɪt lˈæf tə hɜː hˈʌsbənd. "ˌɪzənt ðɪs dᵻlˈɪʃəs?" ʃiː ˈæskt bɹˈɛθləsli, θɹˈɪld baɪ ðə fɹˈɛʃnəs ʌvðɪ ˈɛɹ ænd ðə ɹˈæptʃɚɹ ʌvðə pˈeɪs. "wʊd juː mˈaɪnd ɪf wiː wɜː nˌɑːt ˈeɪbəl tə stˈɑːp ðˌɛm ˌɔn ðɪs sˈaɪd ʌvðə sˈiː?"