text_original: Arnold muttered something which was luckily drowned by Jamie's noise. The boat was gone; the burning glory of sunset was slowly dying out, and across the river came the first faint breath of the night.
text_transcription: ARNOLD MUTTERED SOMETHING WHICH WAS LUCKILY DROWNED BY JAMIE'S NOISE THE BOAT WAS GONE THE BURNING GLORY OF SUNSET WAS SLOWLY DYING OUT AND ACROSS THE RIVER CAME THE FIRST FAINT BREATH OF THE NIGHT
phonemes: ˈɑːɹnəld mˈʌɾɚd sˈʌmθɪŋ wˌɪtʃ wʌz lˈʌkili dɹˈaʊnd baɪ dʒˈeɪmiz nˈɔɪz. ðə bˈoʊt wʌz ɡˈɔn; ðə bˈɜːnɪŋ ɡlˈɔːɹi ʌv sˈʌnsɛt wʌz slˈoʊli dˈaɪɪŋ ˈaʊt, ænd əkɹˌɑːs ðə ɹˈɪvɚ kˈeɪm ðə fˈɜːst fˈeɪnt bɹˈɛθ ʌvðə nˈaɪt.