text_original: The sea was darker than when she fell asleep. There was the dull crimson of a stormy sunset yonder, behind the jutting promontory of Bordighera, while the sky above was 244  ^^^ along the River, barred with long, black clouds, and the wind was howling across the great deep Talley like an evil spirit tortured and imprisoned, shrieking to his go(Js for release.
text_transcription: THE SEA WAS DARKER THAN WHEN SHE FELL ASLEEP THERE WAS THE DULL CRIMSON OF A STORMY SUNSET YONDER BEHIND THE JUTTING PROMONTORY OF BORDIGHEERA WHILE THE SKY ABOVE WAS BARRED WITH LONG BLACK CLOUDS AND THE WIND WAS HOWLING ACROSS THE GREAT DEEP VALLEY LIKE AN EVIL SPIRIT TORTURED AND IMPRISONED SHRIEKING TO HIS GODS FOR RELEASE
phonemes: ðə sˈiː wʌz dˈɑːɹkɚ ðɐn wɛn ʃiː fˈɛl ɐslˈiːp. ðɛɹwˌʌz ðə dˈʌl kɹˈɪmsən əvə stˈɔːɹmi sˈʌnsɛt jˈɑːndɚ, bᵻhˌaɪnd ðə dʒˈʌɾɪŋ pɹˈɑːmɔntɚɹi ʌv bˈɔːɹdɪɡhɚɹə, wˌaɪl ðə skˈaɪ əbˌʌv wʌz tˈuːhˈʌndɹɪd fˈɔːɹɾi fˈɔːɹ ɐlˈɔŋ ðə ɹˈɪvɚ, bˈɑːɹd wɪð lˈɔŋ, blˈæk klˈaʊdz, ænd ðə wˈɪnd wʌz hˈaʊlɪŋ əkɹˌɑːs ðə ɡɹˈeɪt dˈiːp tˈɔːli lˈaɪk ɐn ˈiːvəl spˈɪɹɪt tˈɔːɹtʃɚd ænd ɪmpɹˈɪzənd, ʃɹˈiːkɪŋ tə hɪz ɡˈoʊ(dʒˌeɪˈɛs fɔːɹ ɹᵻlˈiːs.