text_original: THE sun was setting, and its horizontal beams threw the dark shadow of the prison bars upon Schu  macker's woollen gown and Ethel's crape dress, as they sat by the high arched casement, the old man in a great Gothic chair, the young girl upon a stool at his feet. The prisoner seemed to be brooding, in his favorite melancholy attitude.
text_transcription: THE SUN WAS SETTING AND ITS HORIZONTAL BEAMS THREW THE DARK SHADOW OF THE PRISON BARS UPON SCHUMANKA'S WOOLLEN GOWN AND ETHEL'S SCRAPE DRESS AS THEY SAT BY THE HIGH ARCHED CASEMENT THE OLD MAN IN A GREAT GOTHIC CHAIR THE YOUNG GIRL UPON A STOOL AT HIS FEET THE PRISONER SEEMED TO BE BROODING IN HIS FAVOURITE MELANCHOLY ATTITUDE
phonemes: ðə sˈʌn wʌz sˈɛɾɪŋ, ænd ɪts hˌɔːɹɪzˈɔntəl bˈiːmz θɹˈuː ðə dˈɑːɹk ʃˈædoʊ ʌvðə pɹˈɪzən bˈɑːɹz əpˌɑːn ʃˈuː mˈækɚz wˈʊlən ɡˈaʊn ænd ˈɛθəlz kɹˈeɪp dɹˈɛs, æz ðeɪ sˈæt baɪ ðə hˈaɪ ˈɑːɹtʃt kˈeɪsmənt, ðɪ ˈoʊld mˈæn ɪn ɐ ɡɹˈeɪt ɡˈɑːθɪk tʃˈɛɹ, ðə jˈʌŋ ɡˈɜːl əpˌɑːn ɐ stˈuːl æt hɪz fˈiːt. ðə pɹˈɪzənɚ sˈiːmd təbi bɹˈuːdɪŋ, ɪn hɪz fˈeɪvɚɹᵻt mˈɛləŋkˌɑːli ˈæɾɪtˌuːd.