text_original: The church clock was striking seven as they turned in at the gates of Dykeley Park. Groups of people were scattered about under the trees. The hall door of Dykeley House stood open, and the sound of music swept forth into the evening air.
text_transcription: THE CHURCH CLOCK WAS STRIKING SEVEN AS THEY TURNED IN AT THE GATES OF DYKELY PARK GROUPS OF PEOPLE WERE SCATTERED ABOUT UNDER THE TREES THE HALL DOOR OF DIGHTLY HOUSE STOOD OPEN AND THE SOUND OF MUSIC SWEPT FORTH INTO THE EVENING AIR
phonemes: ðə tʃˈɜːtʃ klˈɑːk wʌz stɹˈaɪkɪŋ sˈɛvən æz ðeɪ tˈɜːnd ɪn æt ðə ɡˈeɪts ʌv dˈaɪkɛli pˈɑːɹk. ɡɹˈuːps ʌv pˈiːpəl wɜː skˈæɾɚd ɐbˌaʊt ˌʌndɚ ðə tɹˈiːz. ðə hˈɔːl dˈɔːɹ ʌv dˈaɪkɛli hˈaʊs stˈʊd ˈoʊpən, ænd ðə sˈaʊnd ʌv mjˈuːzɪk swˈɛpt fˈɔːɹθ ˌɪntʊ ðɪ ˈiːvnɪŋ ˈɛɹ.