text_original: Anne marched. That is, she stumbled over the bridge and went shuddering up the horrible dim path beyond. Anne never forgot that walk. Bitterly did she repent the license she had given to her imagination.
text_transcription: ANNE MARCHED THAT IS SHE STUMBLED OVER THE BRIDGE AND WENT SHUDDERING UP THE HORRIBLE DIM PATH BEYOND ANNE NEVER FORGOT THAT WALK BITTERLY DID SHE REPENT THE LICENSE SHE HAD GIVEN TO HER IMAGINATION
phonemes: ˈæn mˈɑːɹtʃt. ðæt ˈɪz, ʃiː stˈʌmbəld ˌoʊvɚ ðə bɹˈɪdʒ ænd wɛnt ʃˈʌdɚɹɪŋ ˌʌp ðə hˈɔːɹɪbəl dˈɪm pˈæθ bᵻjˈɔnd. ˈæn nˈɛvɚ fɚɡˈɑːt ðæt wˈɔːk. bˈɪɾɚli dˈɪd ʃiː ɹᵻpˈɛnt ðə lˈaɪsəns ʃiː hæd ɡˈɪvən tə hɜːɹ ɪmˌædʒᵻnˈeɪʃən.