text_original: *' If it were only midsummer, I shouldn't care," answered his sweetheart, with her arm round Isola, who stood beside her, pale and shivering. " Come in, dear, and let me make you warm, if I can."
text_transcription: IF IT WERE ONLY MIDSUMMER I SHOULDN'T CARE ANSWERED HIS SWEETHEART WITH HER ARM AROUND ISOLA WHO STOOD BESIDE HER PALE AND SHIVERING COME IN DEAR AND LET ME MAKE YOU WARM IF I CAN
phonemes: ˈæstɚɹˌɪsk ɪf ɪt wɜːɹ ˈoʊnli mˈɪdsʌmɚ, aɪ ʃˌʊdənt kˈɛɹ," ˈænsɚd hɪz swˈiːthɑːɹt, wɪð hɜːɹ ˈɑːɹm ɹˈaʊnd aɪsˈoʊlə, hˌuː stˈʊd bᵻsˈaɪd hɜː, pˈeɪl ænd ʃˈɪvɚɹɪŋ. " kˈʌm ˈɪn, dˈɪɹ, ænd lˈɛt mˌiː mˌeɪk juː wˈɔːɹm, ɪf aɪ kˈæn."