text_original: A November day was drawing to its close, and a November chill was in the fierce gusts that shook the limbs of the forest trees outside, as Hugh Maitland lay dying in the old stone cottage.
text_transcription: A NOVEMBER DAY WAS DRAWING TO ITS CLOSE AND A NOVEMBER CHILL WAS IN THE FIERCE GUSTS THAT SHOOK THE LIMBS OF THE FOREST TREES OUTSIDE AS HUGH MAITLAND LAY DYING IN THE OLD STONE COTTAGE
phonemes: ɐ noʊvˈɛmbɚ dˈeɪ wʌz dɹˈɔːɪŋ tʊ ɪts klˈoʊs, ænd ɐ noʊvˈɛmbɚ tʃˈɪl wʌz ɪnðə fˈɪɹs ɡˈʌsts ðæt ʃˈʊk ðə lˈɪmz ʌvðə fˈɔːɹɪst tɹˈiːz aʊtsˈaɪd, æz hjˈuː mˈeɪtlənd lˈeɪ dˈaɪɪŋ ɪnðɪ ˈoʊld stˈoʊn kˈɑːɾɪdʒ.