text_original: August was August that year, and Disbrowe was at its best. The great red cliffs, the azure and emerald sea had the colour and the glory that had made North Devon fairyland for the child Vera in her one blissful summer.
text_transcription: AUGUST WAS AUGUST THAT YEAR AND ISBRA WAS AT ITS BEST THE GREAT RED CLIFFS THE AZURE AND EMERALD SEA HAD THE COLOR AND THE GLORY THAT HAD MADE NORTH DEVON FAIRY LAND FOR THE CHILD VERA IN HER ONE BLISSFUL SUMMER
phonemes: ˈɔːɡəst wʌz ˈɔːɡəst ðæt jˈɪɹ, ænd dɪsbɹˈaʊ wʌz æɾ ɪts bˈɛst. ðə ɡɹˈeɪt ɹˈɛd klˈɪfs, ðɪ ˈæʒɚ ænd ˈɛmɚɹəld sˈiː hæd ðə kˈʌlɚ ænd ðə ɡlˈɔːɹi ðæt hæd mˌeɪd nˈɔːɹθ dˈɛvən fˈɛɹɪlˌænd fɚðə tʃˈaɪld vˈiəɹə ɪn hɜː wˈʌn blˈɪsfəl sˈʌmɚ.