text_original: She did not open it now; she stood still, resting one hand on the bars of it and gazing off along the road that led to Tanfield. It was quite empty; there was little passing along that road in the best of times, and very little at this season. It looked hopeless and desolate, the long straight lines of fences, and the gray, empty space between running off into nothing.
text_transcription: SHE DID NOT OPEN IT NOW SHE STOOD STILL RESTING ONE HAND ON THE BARS OF IT AND GAZING OFF ALONG THE ROAD THAT LED TO TANFIELD IT WAS QUITE EMPTY THERE WAS LITTLE PASSING ALONG THAT ROAD IN THE BEST OF TIMES AND VERY LITTLE AT THIS SEASON IT LOOKED HOPELESS AND DESOLATE THE LONG STRAIGHT LINES OF FENCES AND THE GREY EMPTY SPACE BETWEEN RUNNING OFF INTO NOTHING
phonemes: ʃiː dɪdnˌɑːt ˈoʊpən ɪt nˈaʊ; ʃiː stˈʊd stˈɪl, ɹˈɛstɪŋ wˈʌn hˈænd ɔnðə bˈɑːɹz ʌv ɪt ænd ɡˈeɪzɪŋ ˈɔf ɐlˈɔŋ ðə ɹˈoʊd ðæt lˈɛd tə tˈænfiːld. ɪt wʌz kwˈaɪt ˈɛmpti; ðɛɹwˌʌz lˈɪɾəl pˈæsɪŋ ɐlˈɔŋ ðæt ɹˈoʊd ɪnðə bˈɛst ʌv tˈaɪmz, ænd vˈɛɹi lˈɪɾəl æt ðɪs sˈiːzən. ɪt lˈʊkt hˈoʊpləs ænd dˈɛsələt, ðə lˈɔŋ stɹˈeɪt lˈaɪnz ʌv fˈɛnsᵻz, ænd ðə ɡɹˈeɪ, ˈɛmpti spˈeɪs bᵻtwˌiːn ɹˈʌnɪŋ ˈɔf ˌɪntʊ nˈʌθɪŋ.