text_original: ' What a lovely place it is !' she said to Madeline, one evening after dinner, when they were strolling about the lawn, where three of the finest deodaras in the county rose like green towers against the warm western sky ; ' I am fonder of it every day, yet I can't help feeling that I'm an interloper.'
text_transcription: WHAT A LOVELY PLACE IT IS SHE SAID TO MADELINE ONE EVENING AFTER DINNER WHEN THEY WERE STROLLING ABOUT THE LAWN WHERE THREE OF THE FINEST DIODIRAS IN THE COUNTY ROSE LIKE GREEN TOWERS AGAINST THE WARM WESTERN SKY I'M FONDER OF IT EVERY DAY YET I CAN'T HELP FEELING THAT I'M AN INTERLOPER
phonemes: wˌʌt ɐ lˈʌvli plˈeɪs ɪɾ ˈɪz !ʃiː sˈɛd tə mˈædəlɪn, wˈʌn ˈiːvnɪŋ ˈæftɚ dˈɪnɚ, wˌɛn ðeɪ wɜː stɹˈoʊlɪŋ ɐbˌaʊt ðə lˈɔːn, wˌɛɹ θɹˈiː ʌvðə fˈaɪnɪst diːədˈɑːɹɹəz ɪnðə kˈaʊnti ɹˈoʊz lˈaɪk ɡɹˈiːn tˈaʊɚz ɐɡˈɛnst ðə wˈɔːɹm wˈɛstɚn skˈaɪ ; aɪɐm fˈɑːndɚɹ ʌv ɪɾ ˈɛvɹi dˈeɪ, jˈɛt aɪ kˈænt hˈɛlp fˈiːlɪŋ ðæt aɪm ɐn ˌɪntɚlˈoʊpɚ.