text_original: '* Isola was right in her prophecy, except as to the hour of Captain Hulbert's arrival. They were taking a picnio " Tho2i Paradise of Exiles ^ Italy''' 233 luncheon in a little grove of lemon and orange, wedged into a cleft in the hills, on the edge of a deep and narrow gorge down which a mountain torrent rushed to the sea.
text_transcription: IS ZOLA WAS RIGHT IN HER PROPHECY EXCEPT AS TO THE HOUR OF CAPTAIN HALBERT'S ARRIVAL THEY WERE TAKING A PICNIC LUNCHEON IN A LITTLE GROVE OF LEMON AND ORANGE WEDGED INTO A CLEFT IN THE HILLS ON THE EDGE OF A DEEP AND NARROW GORGE DOWN WHICH A MOUNTAIN TORRENT RUSHED TO THE SEA
phonemes: ˈæstɚɹˌɪsk aɪsˈoʊlə wʌz ɹˈaɪt ɪn hɜː pɹˈɑːfəsi, ɛksˈɛpt æz tə ðɪ ˈaʊɚɹ ʌv kˈæptɪn hˈʌlbɚts ɚɹˈaɪvəl. ðeɪ wɜː tˈeɪkɪŋ ɐ pˈɪknɪˌoʊ " ðˈoʊ tˈuː ˈaɪ pˈæɹədˌaɪs ʌv ˈɛɡzaɪlz ˈɪɾəli tˈuːhˈʌndɹɪd θˈɜːɾi θɹˈiː lˈʌntʃən ɪn ɐ lˈɪɾəl ɡɹˈoʊv ʌv lˈɛmən ænd ˈɔɹɪndʒ, wˈɛdʒd ˌɪntʊ ɐ klˈɛft ɪnðə hˈɪlz, ɔnðɪ ˈɛdʒ əvə dˈiːp ænd nˈæɹoʊ ɡˈɔːɹdʒ dˌaʊn wˌɪtʃ ɐ mˈaʊntɪn tˈɔɹənt ɹˈʌʃt tə ðə sˈiː.