text_original: And far off could be heard the clamour of foxhounds and shouts of the huntsmen. Rhoda wondered, with a pang, how it would be when she came back. Do we ever leave any beloved place without fearing that a change may fall upon it in our absence?
text_transcription: ANDAR OFF COULD BE HEARD THE CLAMOR OF FOXHOUNDS AND SHOUTS OF THE HUNTSMEN RHODA WONDERED WITH A PANG HOW IT WOULD BE WHEN SHE CAME BACK DO WE EVER LEAVE ANY BELOVED PLACE WITHOUT FEARING THAT A CHANGE MAY FALL UPON IT IN OUR ABSENCE
phonemes: ænd fˈɑːɹ ˈɔf kʊd biː hˈɜːd ðə klˈæmɚɹ ʌv fˈɑːkshaʊndz ænd ʃˈaʊts ʌvðə hˈʌntsmɛn. ɹˈoʊdə wˈʌndɚd, wɪð ɐ pˈæŋ, hˌaʊ ɪt wʊd biː wɛn ʃiː kˈeɪm bˈæk. dˈuː wiː ˈɛvɚ lˈiːv ˌɛni bᵻlˈʌvd plˈeɪs wɪðˌaʊt fˈɪɹɪŋ ðˌæɾə tʃˈeɪndʒ mˈeɪ fˈɔːl əpˌɑːn ɪɾ ɪn ˌaʊɚɹ ˈæbsəns?