text_original: The hills where they had driven looked farther away in the shadowy atmosphere. There was no gleaming whiteness on the distant mountains. All was grey and melancholy  and in unison with her thoughts of the dead. She had come there to look upon her husband's grave.
text_transcription: THE HILLS WHERE THEY HAD DRIVEN LOOKED FARTHER AWAY IN THE SHADOWY ATMOSPHERE THERE WAS NO GLEAMING WHITENESS ON THE DISTANT MOUNTAINS ALL WAS GRAY AND MELANCHOLY AND IN UNISON WITH HER THOUGHTS OF THE DEAD SHE HAD COME THERE TO LOOK UPON HER HUSBAND'S GRAVE
phonemes: ðə hˈɪlz wˌɛɹ ðeɪ hæd dɹˈɪvən lˈʊkt fˈɑːɹðɚɹ ɐwˈeɪ ɪnðə ʃˈædoʊi ˈætməsfˌɪɹ. ðɛɹwˌʌz nˈoʊ ɡlˈiːmɪŋ wˈaɪtnəs ɔnðə dˈɪstənt mˈaʊntɪnz. ˈɔːl wʌz ɡɹˈeɪ ænd mˈɛləŋkˌɑːli ænd ɪn jˈuːnɪsən wɪð hɜː θˈɔːts ʌvðə dˈɛd. ʃiː hæd kˈʌm ðɛɹ tə lˈʊk əpˌɑːn hɜː hˈʌsbəndz ɡɹˈeɪv.