text_original: Isola wandered up the hill path, past the little shrine where the way divided, the point at which she had seen her husband and his party vanish in the sunny morning.
text_transcription: ISOLA WANDERED UP THE HILL PATH PAST THE LITTLE SHRINE WHERE THE WAY DIVIDED THE POINT AT WHICH SHE HAD SEEN HER HUSBAND AND HIS PARTY VANISH IN THE SUNNY MORNING
phonemes: aɪsˈoʊlə wˈɔndɚd ˌʌp ðə hˈɪl pˈæθ, pˈæst ðə lˈɪɾəl ʃɹˈaɪn wˌɛɹ ðə wˈeɪ dᵻvˈaɪdᵻd, ðə pˈɔɪnt æt wˌɪtʃ ʃiː hæd sˈiːn hɜː hˈʌsbənd ænd hɪz pˈɑːɹɾi vˈænɪʃ ɪnðə sˈʌni mˈɔːɹnɪŋ.