text_original: It was only the sweeping of the wind through that long gallery. But I won't go to the wood to night, Caroline. I tremble more, and the cold increases.
text_transcription: IT WAS ONLY THE SWEEPING OF THE WIND THROUGH THAT LONG GALLERY BUT I WON'T GO TO THE WOOD TO NIGHT CAROLINE I TREMBLE MORE AND THE COLD INCREASES
phonemes: ɪt wʌz ˈoʊnli ðə swˈiːpɪŋ ʌvðə wˈɪnd θɹuː ðæt lˈɔŋ ɡˈælɚɹi. bˌʌt aɪ woʊnt ɡˌoʊ tə ðə wˈʊd tə nˈaɪt, kˈæɹəlˌaɪn. aɪ tɹˈɛmbəl mˈɔːɹ, ænd ðə kˈoʊld ˈɪŋkɹiːsᵻz.