text_original: lie thought of the happy honeymoon, when he and his bright young wife had travelled along that garden of oranges and lemons, between the hills and the sea, and how there had bucn no shadow on their lives except the shadow of impend  ing separation, about which they had talked hopefully, trying to believe that a year or two would not seem very long, trying to project their thoughts into that happy future when there should be no more parting.
text_transcription: HE THOUGHT OF THE HAPPY HONEYMOON WHEN HE AND HIS BRIGHT YOUNG WIFE HAD TRAVELLED ALONG THAT GARDEN OF ORANGES AND LEMONS BETWEEN THE HILLS AND THE SEA AND HOW THERE HAD BEEN NO SHADOW ON THEIR LIVES EXCEPT THE SHADOW OF IMPENDING SEPARATION ABOUT WHICH THEY HAD TALKED HOPEFULLY TRYING TO BELIEVE THAT A YEAR OR TWO WOULD NOT SEEM VERY LONG TRYING TO PROJECT THEIR THOUGHTS INTO THAT HAPPY FUTURE WHEN THERE SHOULD BE NO MORE PARTING
phonemes: lˈaɪ θˈɔːt ʌvðə hˈæpi hˈʌnɪmˌuːn, wˌɛn hiː ænd hɪz bɹˈaɪt jˈʌŋ wˈaɪf hæd tɹˈævəld ɐlˈɔŋ ðæt ɡˈɑːɹdən ʌv ˈɔɹɪndʒᵻz ænd lˈɛmənz, bᵻtwˌiːn ðə hˈɪlz ænd ðə sˈiː, ænd hˌaʊ ðɛɹ hæd bˈʌkən nˈoʊ ʃˈædoʊ ˌɔn ðɛɹ lˈaɪvz ɛksˈɛpt ðə ʃˈædoʊ ʌv ɪmpˈɛnd ˈɪŋ sˌɛpɚɹˈeɪʃən, ɐbˌaʊt wˌɪtʃ ðeɪ hæd tˈɔːkt hˈoʊpfəli, tɹˈaɪɪŋ tə bᵻlˈiːv ðˌæɾə jˈɪɹ ɔːɹ tˈuː wʊd nˌɑːt sˈiːm vˈɛɹi lˈɔŋ, tɹˈaɪɪŋ tə pɹədʒˈɛkt ðɛɹ θˈɔːts ˌɪntʊ ðæt hˈæpi fjˈuːtʃɚ wɛn ðɛɹ ʃˌʊd biː nˈoʊmˌɔːɹ pˈɑːɹɾɪŋ.