text_original: Almost as Rotha's foot touched the ground they dashed forward, and with one confused rush and whirl she saw them, phaeton and all, disappear round the turn of the hill. And there was the railway track to cross!
text_transcription: ALMOST AS ROTHAS FOOT TOUCHED THE GROUND THEY DASHED FORWARD AND WITH ONE CONFUSED RUSH AND WHIRL SHE SAW THEM PHARETON AND ALL DISAPPEAR ROUND THE TURN OF THE HILL AND THERE WAS THE RAILWAY TRACK TO CROSS
phonemes: ˈɔːlmoʊst æz ɹˈɑːθəz fˈʊt tˈʌtʃt ðə ɡɹˈaʊnd ðeɪ dˈæʃt fˈɔːɹwɚd, ænd wɪð wˈʌn kənfjˈuːzd ɹˈʌʃ ænd wˈɜːl ʃiː sˈɔː ðˌɛm, fˈiːtən ænd ˈɔːl, dˌɪsɐpˈɪɹ ɹˈaʊnd ðə tˈɜːn ʌvðə hˈɪl. ænd ðɛɹwˌʌz ðə ɹˈeɪlweɪ tɹˈæk tə kɹˈɔs!