text_original: Southwode had obtained an easy going phaeton, with a pair of lively ponies; and through this level, quiet, rich, farm country they bowled along smoothly and fast. The pleasure, to Rotha, was so keen that it almost took on the semblance of pain. "This once," she was saying to herself; "and if only this once, then why this once?"
text_transcription: SOUTHWARD HAD OBTAINED AN EASY GOING PHAETON WITH A PAIR OF LIVELY PONIES AND THROUGH THIS LEVEL QUIET RICH FARM COUNTRY THEY BOWLED ALONG SMOOTHLY AND FAST THE PLEASURE TO ROTHA WAS SO KEEN THAT IT ALMOST TOOK ON THE SEMBLANCE OF PAIN THIS ONCE SHE WAS SAYING TO HERSELF AND IF ONLY THIS ONCE THEN WHY THIS ONCE
phonemes: sˈaʊθwoʊd hæd əbtˈeɪnd ɐn ˈiːzi ɡˌoʊɪŋ fˈiːtən, wɪð ɐ pˈɛɹ ʌv lˈaɪvli pˈoʊniz; ænd θɹuː ðɪs lˈɛvəl, kwˈaɪət, ɹˈɪtʃ, fˈɑːɹm kˈʌntɹi ðeɪ bˈoʊld ɐlˈɔŋ smˈuːðli ænd fˈæst. ðə plˈɛʒɚ, tə ɹˈɑːθə, wʌz sˌoʊ kˈiːn ðˌɐɾɪt ˈɔːlmoʊst tˈʊk ɔnðə sˈɛmbləns ʌv pˈeɪn. "ðɪs wˈʌns," ʃiː wʌz sˈeɪɪŋ tə hɜːsˈɛlf; "ænd ɪf ˈoʊnli ðɪs wˈʌns, ðˈɛn wˌaɪ ðɪs wˈʌns?"