text_original: * * * * * Vera sat in a corner of the reserved compartment and read Browning's "Christmas Eve" all though the swift journey from the red cliffs of North Devon and the wide, blue sky to the grey dullness of a London twilight.
text_transcription: TWENTY SIX PART TWO VERA SAT IN A CORNER OF THE RESERVED COMPARTMENT AND READ BROWNING'S CHRISTMAS EVE ALL THROUGH THE SWIFT JOURNEY FROM THE RED CLIFFS OF NORTH DEVON AND THE WIDE BLUE SKY TO THE GRAY DULLNESS OF A LONDON TWILIGHT
phonemes: ˈæstɚɹˌɪsk ˈæstɚɹˌɪsk ˈæstɚɹˌɪsk vˈiəɹə sˈæt ɪn ɐ kˈɔːɹnɚɹ ʌvðə ɹɪzˈɜːvd kəmpˈɑːɹtmənt ænd ɹˈiːd bɹˈaʊnɪŋz "kɹˈɪsməs ˈiːv" ˈɔːl ðˌoʊ ðə swˈɪft dʒˈɜːni fɹʌmðə ɹˈɛd klˈɪfs ʌv nˈɔːɹθ dˈɛvən ænd ðə wˈaɪd, blˈuː skˈaɪ tə ðə ɡɹˈeɪ dˈʌlnəs əvə lˈʌndən twˈaɪlaɪt.