text_original: Once launched upon reminiscences of that golden summer there was no gap in their talk till the lions' heads were frowning at them on the threshold of Vera's home. She was flushed with her walk, and the colour in cheeks that were generally pale gave a new brightness to her eyes.
text_transcription: ONCE LAUNCHED UPON REMINISCENCES OF THAT GOLDEN SUMMER THERE WAS NO GAP IN THEIR TALK TILL THE LIONS HEADS WERE FROWNING AT THEM ON THE THRESHOLD OF VERA'S HOME SHE WAS FLUSHED WITH HER WALK AND THE COLOR IN CHEEKS THAT WERE GENERALLY PALE GAVE A NEW BRIGHTNESS TO HER EYES
phonemes: wˈʌns lˈɑːntʃt əpˌɑːn ɹˌɛmᵻnˈɪsənsᵻz ʌv ðæt ɡˈoʊldən sˈʌmɚ ðɛɹwˌʌz nˈoʊ ɡˈæp ɪn ðɛɹ tˈɔːk tˈɪl ðə lˈaɪənz hˈɛdz wɜː fɹˈaʊnɪŋ æt ðˌɛm ɔnðə θɹˈɛʃoʊld ʌv vˈiəɹəz hˈoʊm. ʃiː wʌz flˈʌʃt wɪð hɜː wˈɔːk, ænd ðə kˈʌlɚɹ ɪn tʃˈiːks ðæt wɜː dʒˈɛnɚɹəli pˈeɪl ɡˈeɪv ɐ nˈuː bɹˈaɪtnəs tə hɜːɹ ˈaɪz.