text_original: For the sisters at South Hill, for Gerald Goring and Edgar Turchill, July and August had been one long holiday. There was so little in life for these young people to do except take their pleasure. Theirs was an ex  istence of perpetual rose gathering ; and the roses of life budded and bloomed for them with an inexhaustible fertility. Perhaps Madeline was the only one among them who had any idea of duty.
text_transcription: FOR THE SISTERS AT SOUTH HILL FOR GERALD GORING AND EDGAR CHURCHILL JULY AND AUGUST HAD BEEN ONE LONG HOLIDAY THERE WAS SO LITTLE IN LIFE FOR THESE YOUNG PEOPLE TO DO EXCEPT TAKE THEIR PLEASURE THEIRS WAS AN EXISTENCE OF PERPETUAL ROSE GATHERING AND THE ROSES OF LIFE BUDDED AND BLOOMED FOR THEM WITH AN INEXHAUSTIBLE FERTILITY PERHAPS MAGDALEN WAS THE ONLY ONE AMONG THEM WHO HAD ANY IDEA OF DUTY
phonemes: fɚðə sˈɪstɚz æt sˈaʊθ hˈɪl, fɔːɹ dʒˈɛɹəld ɡˈɔːɹɪŋ ænd ˈɛdɡɚ tˈɜːtʃɪl, dʒuːlˈaɪ ænd ˈɔːɡəst hɐdbɪn wˈʌn lˈɔŋ hˈɑːlɪdˌeɪ. ðɛɹwˌʌz sˌoʊ lˈɪɾəl ɪn lˈaɪf fɔːɹ ðiːz jˈʌŋ pˈiːpəl tə dˈuː ɛksˈɛpt tˈeɪk ðɛɹ plˈɛʒɚ. ðˈɛɹz wʌz ɐn ˈɛks ˈɪstəns ʌv pɚpˈɛtʃuːəl ɹˈoʊz ɡˈæðɚɹɪŋ ; ænd ðə ɹˈoʊzᵻz ʌv lˈaɪf bˈʌdᵻd ænd blˈuːmd fɔːɹ ðˌɛm wɪð ɐn ˌɪnɛɡzˈɔːstᵻbəl fɜːtˈɪlᵻɾi. pɚhˈæps mˈædəlɪn wʌzðɪ ˈoʊnli wˈʌn ɐmˌʌŋ ðˌɛm hˌuː hˌæd ˌɛni aɪdˈiə ʌv dˈuːɾi.