text_original: Whether it were a group of shrubs or an alleyway or a vista of water that we were passing, you would halt before me, and stand gazing at my face as though you were showing me possessions of your own.
text_transcription: WHETHER IT WERE A GROUP OF SHRUBS OR AN ALLEYWAY OR A VISTA OF WATER THAT WE WERE PASSING YOU WOULD HOLD BEFORE ME AND STAND GAZING AT MY FACE AS THOUGH YOU WERE SHOWING ME POSSESSIONS OF YOUR OWN
phonemes: wˈɛðɚɹ ɪt wɜːɹ ɐ ɡɹˈuːp ʌv ʃɹˈʌbz ɔːɹ ɐn ˈælɪwˌeɪ ɔːɹ ɐ vˈɪstə ʌv wˈɔːɾɚ ðæt wiː wɜː pˈæsɪŋ, juː wʊd hˈɔlt bᵻfˈɔːɹ mˌiː, ænd stˈænd ɡˈeɪzɪŋ æt maɪ fˈeɪs æz ðˌoʊ juː wɜː ʃˈoʊɪŋ mˌiː pəzˈɛʃənz ʌv jʊɹ ˈoʊn.