text_original: Overhead there was a soft, purple sky, and the moon hung like a globe of gold above the faintly outlined hills. As they drew near the end of the three mile drive, Rhoda's troubled thoughts came flocking back.
text_transcription: OVERHEAD THERE WAS A SOFT PURPLE SKY AND THE MOON HUNG LIKE A GLOBE OF GOLD ABOVE THE FAINTLY OUTLINED HILLS AS THEY DREW NEAR THE END OF THE THREE MILE DRIVE RHODA'S TROUBLED THOUGHTS CAME FLOCKING BACK
phonemes: ˌoʊvɚhˈɛd ðɛɹwˌʌz ɐ sˈɔft, pˈɜːpəl skˈaɪ, ænd ðə mˈuːn hˈʌŋ lˈaɪk ɐ ɡlˈoʊb ʌv ɡˈoʊld əbˌʌv ðə fˈeɪntli ˈaʊtlaɪnd hˈɪlz. æz ðeɪ dɹˈuː nˌɪɹ ðɪ ˈɛnd ʌvðə θɹˈiː mˈaɪl dɹˈaɪv, ɹˈoʊdəz tɹˈʌbəld θˈɔːts kˈeɪm flˈɑːkɪŋ bˈæk.