text_original: It is lovely, but with the beauty of death. You ought to be driving out to Frascati or to Tivoii with your husband. You ought to be watching the carriages in the Pincian Gardens, or amusing yonrself in one of the pictnTe galleria*," I 258 A IV along the River, "I had rather be alone/' she said, wiping away her tears, and in some degree recovering her self possession. "That is a morbid fancy, and one that hinders yoni recovery."
text_transcription: IT IS LOVELY BUT WITH THE BEAUTY OF DEATH YOU OUGHT TO BE DRIVING OUT TO FRESCARTI OR TO TIVILLY WITH YOUR HUSBAND YOU OUGHT TO BE WATCHING THE CARRIAGES IN THE PINCHIAN GARDENS OR AMUSING YOURSELF IN ONE OF THE PICTURE GALLERIES I'D RATHER BE ALONE SHE SAID WIPING AWAY HER TEARS AND IN SOME DEGREE RECOVERING HER SELF POSSESSION THAT IS A MORBID FANCY AND ONE THAT HINDERS YOUR RECOVERY
phonemes: ɪɾ ɪz lˈʌvli, bˌʌt wɪððə bjˈuːɾi ʌv dˈɛθ. juː ˈɔːt təbi dɹˈaɪvɪŋ ˈaʊt tə fɹæskˈɑːɾi ɔːɹ tə tˈiːvoʊˌɪaɪ wɪð jʊɹ hˈʌsbənd. juː ˈɔːt təbi wˈɑːtʃɪŋ ðə kˈæɹɪdʒᵻz ɪnðə pˈɪnʃiən ɡˈɑːɹdənz, ɔːɹ ɐmjˈuːzɪŋ jˌɑːnəsˈɛlf ɪn wˈʌn ʌvðə pˈɪktən tˈiː ɡˌælɚɹˈiə ˈæstɚɹˌɪsk," aɪ tˈuːhˈʌndɹɪd fˈɪfti ˈeɪt ɐ ɹˌoʊmən fˈɔːɹ ɐlˈɔŋ ðə ɹˈɪvɚ, "aɪ hæd ɹˈæðɚ biː ɐlˈoʊn slˈæʃ ʃiː sˈɛd, wˈaɪpɪŋ ɐwˈeɪ hɜː tˈɪɹz, ænd ɪn sˌʌm dᵻɡɹˈiː ɹᵻkˈʌvɚɹɪŋ hɜː sˈɛlf pəzˈɛʃən. "ðæt ɪz ɐ mˈɔːɹbɪd fˈænsi, ænd wˈʌn ðæt hˈɪndɚz jˈoʊni ɹᵻkˈʌvɚɹi."