text_original: She stayed nearly a week at San Marco, repeating the same process every day; first a lingering visit to the grave, and then a long, lonely walk in the paths she had trodden with the man whom she had thought of only as her friend's father, until by an imperceptible progress he had made himself the one close friend of her life.
text_transcription: SHE STAYED NEARLY A WEEK AT SAN MARCO REPEATING THE SAME PROCESS EVERY DAY FIRST A LINGERING VISIT TO THE GRAVE AND THEN A LONG LONELY WALK IN THE PATHS SHE HAD TRODDEN WITH A MAN WHOM SHE HAD THOUGHT OF ONLY AS HER FRIEND'S FATHER UNTIL BY AN IMPERCEPTIBLE PROGRESS HE HAD MADE HIMSELF THE ONE CLOSE FRIEND OF HER LIFE
phonemes: ʃiː stˈeɪd nˌɪɹli ɐ wˈiːk æt sˌæn mˈɑːɹkoʊ, ɹᵻpˈiːɾɪŋ ðə sˈeɪm pɹˈɑːsɛs ˈɛvɹi dˈeɪ; fˈɜːst ɐ lˈɪŋɡɚɹɪŋ vˈɪzɪt tə ðə ɡɹˈeɪv, ænd ðˈɛn ɐ lˈɔŋ, lˈoʊnli wˈɔːk ɪnðə pˈæθs ʃiː hæd tɹˈɑːdən wɪððə mˈæn hˈuːm ʃiː hæd θˈɔːt ʌv ˈoʊnli æz hɜː fɹˈɛndz fˈɑːðɚ, ʌntˈɪl baɪ ɐn ɪmpɚsˈɛptᵻbəl pɹˈɑːɡɹɛs hiː hæd mˌeɪd hɪmsˈɛlf ðə wˈʌn klˈoʊs fɹˈɛnd ʌv hɜː lˈaɪf.