text_original: And now may I walk home with you, before the beauty of the after  noon begins to fade ? " " The vetturino will be waiting for me at the gate," Isola answered, with a dull, dead voice, rising languidly, and adjusting the loosened hair about her forehead with tremu  lous fingers.
text_transcription: AND NOW MAY I WALK HOME WITH YOU BEFORE THE BEAUTY OF THE AFTERNOON BEGINS TO FADE THE VICTUARINO WILL BE WAITING FOR ME AT THE GATE ISOLA ANSWERED WITH A DULL DEAD VOICE RISING LANGUIDLY AND ADJUSTING THE LOOSENED HAIR ABOUT HER FOREHEAD WITH TREMULOUS FINGERS
phonemes: ænd nˈaʊ mˈeɪ aɪ wˈɔːk hˈoʊm wɪð juː, bᵻfˌɔːɹ ðə bjˈuːɾi ʌvðɪ ˈæftɚ nˈuːn bɪɡˈɪnz tə fˈeɪd ? " " ðə vˌɛɾɚɹˈiːnoʊ wɪl biː wˈeɪɾɪŋ fɔːɹ mˌiː æt ðə ɡˈeɪt," aɪsˈoʊlə ˈænsɚd, wɪð ɐ dˈʌl, dˈɛd vˈɔɪs, ɹˈaɪzɪŋ lˈæŋɡwɪdli, ænd ɐdʒˈʌstɪŋ ðə lˈuːsənd hˈɛɹ ɐbˌaʊt hɜː fˈɔːɹhɛd wɪð tɹˈɛmuː lˈuːz fˈɪŋɡɚz.