text_original: In the midst of the plain rises a little isolated hill, on which the white spire of a church peeps from among the tufted chesnut woods. We returned to St. Gingoux before sun set, and I passed the even  ing in reading Julie.
text_transcription: IN THE MIDST OF THE PLAIN RISES A LITTLE ISOLATED HILL ON WHICH THE WHITE SPIRE OF A CHURCH PEEPS FROM AMONG THE TUFTED CHESTNUT WOODS WE RETURN TO SAINT JANGOU BEFORE SUNSET AND I PASS THE EVENING IN READING JULIE
phonemes: ɪnðə mˈɪdst ʌvðə plˈeɪn ɹˈaɪzᵻz ɐ lˈɪɾəl ˈaɪsəlˌeɪɾᵻd hˈɪl, ˌɔn wˌɪtʃ ðə wˈaɪt spˈaɪɚɹ əvə tʃˈɜːtʃ pˈiːps fɹʌm ɐmˌʌŋ ðə tˈʌftᵻd tʃˈɛsnʌt wˈʊdz. wiː ɹᵻtˈɜːnd tə sənt. dʒˈɪŋɡuː bᵻfˌɔːɹ sˈʌn sˈɛt, ænd aɪ pˈæst ðɪ ˈiːvən ˈɪŋ ɪn ɹˈiːdɪŋ dʒˈuːli.