text_original: The yacht scarcely seemed to move as Isola watched her from the cushioned corner which Lottchen had arranged in an angle of the low stone wall — all amongst ferns and mosses, brown orchises and blue violets— an angle sheltered by a century old olive, whose gnarled trunk sprawled along the ground, rugged and riven, but with another century's life in it yet.
text_transcription: THE YACHT SCARCELY SEEMED TO MOVE AS IZOLA WATCHED HER FROM THE CUSHIONED CORNER WHICH LOTCHEN HAD ARRANGED IN AN ANGLE OF THE LOW STONE WALL ALL AMONGST FERNS AND MOSSES BROWN ORCHIDS AND BLUE VIOLETS AN ANGLE SHELTERED BY A CENTURY OLD OLIVE WHOSE GNARLED TRUNKS SPRAWLED ALONG THE GROUND RUGGED AND RIVEN BUT WITH ANOTHER CENTURY'S LIFE IN IT YET
phonemes: ðə jˈɑːt skˈɛɹsli sˈiːmd tə mˈuːv æz aɪsˈoʊlə wˈɑːtʃt hɜː fɹʌmðə kˈʊʃənd kˈɔːɹnɚ wˌɪtʃ lˈɑːttʃən hæd ɚɹˈeɪndʒd ɪn ɐn ˈæŋɡəl ʌvðə lˈoʊ stˈoʊn wˈɔːl — ˈɔːl ɐmˌʌŋst fˈɜːnz ænd mˈɔsᵻz, bɹˈaʊn ˈɔːɹkaɪzᵻz ænd blˈuː vˈaɪəlɪts— ɐn ˈæŋɡəl ʃˈɛltɚd baɪ ɐ sˈɛntʃɚɹi ˈoʊld ˈɑːlɪv, hˌuːz nˈɑːɹld tɹˈʌŋk spɹˈɔːld ɐlˈɔŋ ðə ɡɹˈaʊnd, ɹˈʌɡᵻd ænd ɹˈɪvən, bˌʌt wɪð ɐnˈʌðɚ sˈɛntʃɚɹiz lˈaɪf ɪn ɪt jˈɛt.