text_original: The jessamine, which grew all over the porch, swung its slender sprays into her face. The sweet, chill blossoms kissed her lips as she passed beneath them; but she went indoors with an unquiet mind.
text_transcription: THE JESSAMINE WHICH GREW ALL OVER THE PORCH SWUNG ITS SLENDER SPRAYS INTO HER FACE THE SWEET CHILL BLOSSOMS KISSED HER LIPS AS SHE PASSED BENEATH THEM BUT SHE WENT INDOORS WITH AN UNQUIET MIND END
phonemes: ðə dʒˈɛsɐmˌiːn, wˌɪtʃ ɡɹˈuː ˈɔːl ˌoʊvɚ ðə pˈɔːɹtʃ, swˈʌŋ ɪts slˈɛndɚ spɹˈeɪz ˌɪntʊ hɜː fˈeɪs. ðə swˈiːt, tʃˈɪl blˈɔsəmz kˈɪst hɜː lˈɪps æz ʃiː pˈæst bᵻnˈiːθ ðˌɛm; bˌʌt ʃiː wɛnt ɪndˈɔːɹz wɪð ɐn ʌŋkwˈaɪət mˈaɪnd.