text_original: Thtre was not even a shrubberry, only that straight row of old trees, standing up out of the grass, with a gravel walk between them and the fence across which Edgar used to feed and fondle his cows, or coax the shy brood mares and their foals to social intercourse.
text_transcription: THERE WAS NOT EVEN A SHRUBBERY ONLY THAT STRAIGHT ROW OF OLD TREES STANDING UP OUT OF THE GRASS WITH A GRAVEL WALK BETWEEN THEM AND THE FENCE ACROSS WHICH EDGAR USED TO FEED AND FONDLE HIS COWS OR COAX THE SHY BROOD MARES AND THEIR FOALS TO SOCIAL INTERCOURSE
phonemes: tˌiːˈeɪtʃtɹˈiː wʌz nˌɑːt ˈiːvən ɐ ʃɹˈʌbɛɹi, ˈoʊnli ðæt stɹˈeɪt ɹˈoʊ ʌv ˈoʊld tɹˈiːz, stˈændɪŋ ˌʌp ˌaʊɾəv ðə ɡɹˈæs, wɪð ɐ ɡɹˈævəl wˈɔːk bᵻtwˌiːn ðˌɛm ænd ðə fˈɛns əkɹˌɑːs wˌɪtʃ ˈɛdɡɚ jˈuːzd tə fˈiːd ænd fˈɑːndəl hɪz kˈaʊz, ɔːɹ kˈoʊks ðə ʃˈaɪ bɹˈuːd mˈɛɹz ænd ðɛɹ fˈoʊlz tə sˈoʊʃəl ˌɪntɚkˈɔːɹs.