text_original: Most people were still lingering on the sea shore or among the breezy hills; but one young woman, standing at the window of a back room in All Saints' Street, was looking as happy as if she loved the view of chimney pots and smoky tiles.
text_transcription: MOST PEOPLE WERE STILL LINGERING ON THE SEA SHORE OR AMONG THE BREEZY HILLS BUT ONE YOUNG WOMAN STANDING AT THE WINDOW OF A BACK ROOM IN ALL SAINT STREET WAS LOOKING AS HAPPY AS IF SHE LOVED THE VIEW OF CHIMNEY POTS AND SMOKY TILES
phonemes: mˈoʊst pˈiːpəl wɜː stˈɪl lˈɪŋɡɚɹɪŋ ɔnðə sˈiː ʃˈɔːɹ ɔːɹ ɐmˌʌŋ ðə bɹˈiːzi hˈɪlz; bˌʌt wˈʌn jˈʌŋ wˈʊmən, stˈændɪŋ æt ðə wˈɪndoʊ əvə bˈæk ɹˈuːm ɪn ˈɔːl sˈeɪnts stɹˈiːt, wʌz lˈʊkɪŋ æz hˈæpi æz ɪf ʃiː lˈʌvd ðə vjˈuː ʌv tʃˈɪmni pˈɑːts ænd smˈoʊki tˈaɪlz.