text_original: Nothing seemed unfamiliar; the dense walls of box and yew showing dark against a saffron sky, the half defaced knightly figure above the great portico, the tiled floor of the hall, where a few white rose petals were scattered.
text_transcription: NOTHING SEEMED UNFAMILIAR THE DENSE WALLS OF BOX AND YEW SHOWING DARK AGAINST A SAFFRON SKY THE HALF DEFACED NIGHTLY FIGURE ABOVE THE GREAT PORTICO THE TILED FLOOR OF THE HALL WHERE A FEW WHITE ROSE PETALS WERE SCATTERED
phonemes: nˈʌθɪŋ sˈiːmd ʌnfəmˈɪlɪɹ; ðə dˈɛns wˈɔːlz ʌv bˈɑːks ænd jˈuː ʃˈoʊɪŋ dˈɑːɹk ɐɡˈɛnst ɐ sˈæfɹən skˈaɪ, ðə hˈæf dᵻfˈeɪst nˈaɪtli fˈɪɡjɚɹ əbˌʌv ðə ɡɹˈeɪt pˈɔːɹɾɪkˌoʊ, ðə tˈaɪld flˈɔːɹ ʌvðə hˈɔːl, wˌɛɹ ɐ fjˈuː wˈaɪt ɹˈoʊz pˈɛɾəlz wɜː skˈæɾɚd.