text_original: Yes, it was his carriage. She knew the colour of the lining, the little brass clock, the reading lamp, the black panther rug. She pulled at the check string, but without effect. The carriage drove on, slowly, but steadily, to the end of the town.
text_transcription: YES IT WAS HIS CARRIAGE SHE KNEW THE COLOR OF THE LINING THE LITTLE BRASS CLOCK THE READING LAMP THE BLACK PANTHER RUG SHE PULLED AT THE CHECK STRING BUT WITHOUT EFFECT THE CARRIAGE DROVE ON SLOWLY BUT STEADILY TO THE END OF THE TOWN
phonemes: jˈɛs, ɪt wʌz hɪz kˈæɹɪdʒ. ʃiː nˈuː ðə kˈʌlɚɹ ʌvðə lˈaɪnɪŋ, ðə lˈɪɾəl bɹˈæs klˈɑːk, ðə ɹˈiːdɪŋ lˈæmp, ðə blˈæk pˈænθɚ ɹˈʌɡ. ʃiː pˈʊld æt ðə tʃˈɛk stɹˈɪŋ, bˌʌt wɪðˌaʊt ɪfˈɛkt. ðə kˈæɹɪdʒ dɹˈoʊv ˈɔn, slˈoʊli, bˌʌt stˈɛdili, tə ðɪ ˈɛnd ʌvðə tˈaʊn.