text_original: There were risings and fallings of ground now, and turning of angles; and as they went the hills grew higher and set closer upon the road, and the road was often too steep for the pace the horses had hitherto kept up. Now they must walk up a hill, and sometimes walk down again. "Do you know where you are, Mr. Digby?" said Rotha, one of these times.
text_transcription: THERE WERE RISINGS AND FALLINGS OF GROUND NOW AND TURNING OF ANGLES AND AS THEY WENT THE HILLS GREW HIGHER AND SET CLOSER UPON THE ROAD AND THE ROAD WAS OFTEN TOO STEEP FOR THE PACE THE HORSES HAD HITHERTO KEPT UP NOW THEY MUST WALK UP A HILL AND SOMETIMES WALK DOWN AGAIN DO YOU KNOW WHERE YOU ARE MISTER DIGBY SAID ROTHA ONE OF THESE TIMES
phonemes: ðɛɹwˌɜː ɹˈaɪzɪŋz ænd fˈɔːlɪŋz ʌv ɡɹˈaʊnd nˈaʊ, ænd tˈɜːnɪŋ ʌv ˈæŋɡəlz; ænd æz ðeɪ wɛnt ðə hˈɪlz ɡɹˈuː hˈaɪɚ ænd sˈɛt klˈoʊsɚɹ əpˌɑːn ðə ɹˈoʊd, ænd ðə ɹˈoʊd wʌz ˈɔfən tˈuː stˈiːp fɚðə pˈeɪs ðə hˈɔːɹsᵻz hæd hˈɪðɚtˌuː kˈɛpt ˈʌp. nˈaʊ ðeɪ mˈʌst wˈɔːk ˌʌp ɐ hˈɪl, ænd sˈʌmtaɪmz wˈɔːk dˌaʊn ɐɡˈɛn. "dˈuː juː nˈoʊ wˈɛɹ juː ɑːɹ, mˈɪstɚ. dˈɪɡbi?" sˈɛd ɹˈɑːθə, wˈʌn ʌv ðiːz tˈaɪmz.