text_original: " How lovely it all is ! " cried Allegra. " But don't you feel that one careless step upon that flowery edge yonder would send us whirling down the cliffs to awful, inevitable death ? When that man passed us just now with his loaded cart, I felt sick with fear — the wheels seemed to graze the brink of the abyss as the horse crept slowly along — poor stolid brute
text_transcription: HOW LOVELY IT ALL IS CRIED ALLEGRA BUT DON'T YOU FEEL THAT ONE CARELESS STEP UPON THAT FLOWERY EDGE YONDER WOULD SEND US WHIRLING DOWN THE CLIFFS TO AWFUL INEVITABLE DEATH WHEN THAT MAN PASSED US JUST NOW WITH HIS LOADED CART I FELT SICK WITH FEAR THE WHEELS SEEMED TO GRAZE THE BRINK OF THE ABYSS AS THE HORSE CREPT SLOWLY ALONG POOR STOLID BRUTE
phonemes: " hˌaʊ lˈʌvli ɪɾ ˈɔːl ɪz ! " kɹˈaɪd ɐlˈɛɡɹə. " bˌʌt dˈoʊnt juː fˈiːl ðˈætwˌʌn kˈɛɹləs stˈɛp əpˌɑːn ðæt flˈaʊɚɹi ˈɛdʒ jˈɑːndɚ wʊd sˈɛnd ˌʌs wˈɜːlɪŋ dˌaʊn ðə klˈɪfs tʊ ˈɔːfəl, ɪnˈɛvᵻɾəbəl dˈɛθ ? wˌɛn ðæt mˈæn pˈæst ˌʌs dʒˈʌst nˈaʊ wɪð hɪz lˈoʊdᵻd kˈɑːɹt, aɪ fˈɛlt sˈɪk wɪð fˈɪɹ — ðə wˈiːlz sˈiːmd tə ɡɹˈeɪz ðə bɹˈɪŋk ʌvðɪ ɐbˈɪs æz ðə hˈɔːɹs kɹˈɛpt slˈoʊli ɐlˈɔŋ — pˈʊɹ stˈɑːlɪd bɹˈuːt