text_original: f *' It is to be a very quiet wedding," said the colonel, when the three men were smoking together in a loggia, looking on the little garden of orange trees and oleanders, in the grey dim beginning of night, when the thin crescent moon was shining in a sky still faintly flushed with sunset.
text_transcription: IT IS TO BE A VERY QUIET WEDDING SAID THE COLONEL WHEN THE THREE MEN WERE SMOKING TOGETHER IN A LODGIA LOOKING ON THE LITTLE GARDEN OF ORANGE TREES AND OLEANDERS IN THE GRAY DIM BEGINNING OF NIGHT WHEN THE THIN CRESCENT MOON WAS SHINING IN A SKY STILL FAINTLY FLUSHED WITH SUNSET
phonemes: ˈɛf ˈæstɚɹˌɪsk ɪɾ ɪz təbi ɐ vˈɛɹi kwˈaɪət wˈɛdɪŋ," sˈɛd ðə kˈɜːnəl, wˌɛn ðə θɹˈiː mˈɛn wɜː smˈoʊkɪŋ təɡˌɛðɚɹ ɪn ɐ lˈɔɡiə, lˈʊkɪŋ ɔnðə lˈɪɾəl ɡˈɑːɹdən ʌv ˈɔɹɪndʒ tɹˈiːz ænd ˈoʊlɪˌændɚz, ɪnðə ɡɹˈeɪ dˈɪm bɪɡˈɪnɪŋ ʌv nˈaɪt, wˌɛn ðə θˈɪn kɹˈɛsənt mˈuːn wʌz ʃˈaɪnɪŋ ɪn ɐ skˈaɪ stˈɪl fˈeɪntli flˈʌʃt wɪð sˈʌnsɛt.