text_original: She thought of him now, evening after evening, in the unbroken silence and solitude of the long terrace on the crown of the hill, and only a little lower than the terrace on the Pincio.
text_transcription: SHE THOUGHT OF HIM NOW EVENING AFTER EVENING IN THE UNBROKEN SILENCE AND SOLITUDE OF THE LONG TERRACE ON THE CROWN OF THE HILL AND ONLY A LITTLE LOWER THAN THE TERRACE ON THE PINCIO
phonemes: ʃiː θˈɔːt ʌv hˌɪm nˈaʊ, ˈiːvnɪŋ ˈæftɚɹ ˈiːvnɪŋ, ɪnðɪ ʌnbɹˈoʊkən sˈaɪləns ænd sˈɑːlɪtˌuːd ʌvðə lˈɔŋ tˈɛɹɪs ɔnðə kɹˈaʊn ʌvðə hˈɪl, ænd ˈoʊnli ɐ lˈɪɾəl lˈoʊɚ ðɐn ðə tˈɛɹɪs ɔnðə pˈɪnsɪˌoʊ.