text_original: Mrs. Rutherford threw her arms round the frail figure and strained it to her breast. "My dearest girl, I knew you would have pity upon me. I will call for you to morrow at half past two. The house is on the hill, beyond the Medici Villa  a lovely spot  but to me, though it is only a place of probation, it seems like a grave.
text_transcription: MISSUS RUTHERFORD THREW HER ARMS ROUND THE FRAIL FIGURE AND STRAINED IT TO HER BREAST MY DEAREST GIRL I KNEW YOU WOULD HAVE PITY UPON ME I WILL CALL FOR YOU TO MORROW AT HALF PAST TWO THE HOUSE IS ON THE HILL BEYOND THE MEDICI VILLA A LOVELY SPOT BUT TO ME THOUGH IT IS ONLY A PLACE OF PROBATION IT SEEMS LIKE A GRAVE
phonemes: mˈɪsɪz. ɹˈʌðɚfɚd θɹˈuː hɜːɹ ˈɑːɹmz ɹˈaʊnd ðə fɹˈeɪl fˈɪɡjɚ ænd stɹˈeɪnd ɪt tə hɜː bɹˈɛst. "maɪ dˈɪɹɪst ɡˈɜːl, aɪ nˈuː juː wʊdhɐv pˈɪɾi əpˌɑːn mˌiː. aɪ wɪl kˈɔːl fɔːɹ juː tə mˈɑːɹoʊ æt hˈæf pˈæst tˈuː. ðə hˈaʊs ɪz ɔnðə hˈɪl, bᵻjˌɔnd ðə mˈɛdɪsˌaɪ vˈɪlə ɐ lˈʌvli spˈɑːt bˌʌt tə mˌiː, ðˌoʊ ɪɾ ɪz ˈoʊnli ɐ plˈeɪs ʌv pɹoʊbˈeɪʃən, ɪt sˈiːmz lˈaɪk ɐ ɡɹˈeɪv.