text_original: It was past seven, and the sun was low, as Vera went to her carriage, which was waiting for her in Burlington Gardens. She was stepping into it, when a too familiar voice startled her. She had been too deep in thought to see Claude Rutherford waiting for her at the gate of the "Albany."
text_transcription: IT WAS PAST SEVEN AND THE SUN WAS LOW AS VERA WENT TO HER CARRIAGE WHICH WAS WAITING FOR HER IN BURLINGTON GARDENS SHE WAS STEPPING INTO IT WHEN A TOO FAMILIAR VOICE STARTLED HER SHE HAD BEEN TOO DEEP IN THOUGHT TO SEE LORD RUTHERFORD WAITING FOR HER AT THE GATE OF THE ALBANY
phonemes: ɪt wʌz pˈæst sˈɛvən, ænd ðə sˈʌn wʌz lˈoʊ, æz vˈiəɹə wɛnt tə hɜː kˈæɹɪdʒ, wˌɪtʃ wʌz wˈeɪɾɪŋ fɔːɹ hɜːɹ ɪn bˈɜːlɪŋtən ɡˈɑːɹdənz. ʃiː wʌz stˈɛpɪŋ ˌɪntʊ ɪt, wˌɛn ɐ tˈuː fəmˈɪlɪɹ vˈɔɪs stˈɑːɹɾəld hɜː. ʃiː hɐdbɪn tˈuː dˈiːp ɪn θˈɔːt tə sˈiː klˈɔːd ɹˈʌðɚfɚd wˈeɪɾɪŋ fɔːɹ hɜːɹ æt ðə ɡˈeɪt ʌvðə "ˈɔːlbəni."