text_original: The glint of the October sun, warm and mellow on yellow leaves and on leaves yet green, on tree branches and even garden palings, was like a reflection from the inner sunshine which even so shone upon everything. The world had not looked so when she came out of the house that afternoon; everything was changed. No more under the dominion of her aunt Busby! how Rotha's heart leapt at the thought.
text_transcription: THE GLINT OF THE OCTOBER SUN WARM AND MELLOW ON YELLOW LEAVES AND ON LEAVES YET GREEN ON TREE BRANCHES AND EVEN GARDEN PALINGS WAS LIKE A REFLECTION FROM THE INNER SUNSHINE WHICH EVEN SO SHONE UPON EVERYTHING THE WORLD HAD NOT LOOKED SO WHEN SHE CAME OUT OF THE HOUSE THAT AFTERNOON EVERYTHING WAS CHANGED NO MORE UNDER THE DOMINION OF HER AUNT BUSBY HOW ROTHA'S HEART LEAPT AT THE THOUGHT
phonemes: ðə ɡlˈɪnt ʌvðɪ ɑːktˈoʊbɚ sˈʌn, wˈɔːɹm ænd mˈɛloʊ ˌɔn jˈɛloʊ lˈiːvz ænd ˌɔn lˈiːvz jˈɛt ɡɹˈiːn, ˌɔn tɹˈiː bɹˈæntʃᵻz ænd ˈiːvən ɡˈɑːɹdən pˈeɪlɪŋz, wʌz lˈaɪk ɐ ɹᵻflˈɛkʃən fɹʌmðɪ ˈɪnɚ sˈʌnʃaɪn wˌɪtʃ ˈiːvən sˌoʊ ʃˈɑːn əpˌɑːn ˈɛvɹɪθˌɪŋ. ðə wˈɜːld hæd nˌɑːt lˈʊkt sˌoʊ wɛn ʃiː kˈeɪm ˌaʊɾəv ðə hˈaʊs ðæt ˌæftɚnˈuːn; ˈɛvɹɪθˌɪŋ wʌz tʃˈeɪndʒd. nˈoʊmˌɔːɹ ˌʌndɚ ðə dəmˈɪniən ʌv hɜːɹ ˈænt bˈʌsbi! hˌaʊ ɹˈɑːθəz hˈɑːɹt lˈɛpt æt ðə θˈɔːt.