text_original: In August Imlay was summoned to Paris, and at once the sky of her paradise was overcast. She wrote to him, — Ton too haye somehow clung round my heart.
text_transcription: IN AUGUST IMLAY WAS SUMMONED TO PARIS AND AT ONCE THE SKY OF HER PARADISE WAS OVERCAST SHE WROTE TO HIM YOU TWO HAVE SOMEHOW CLUNG ROUND MY HEART
phonemes: ɪn ˈɔːɡəst ɪmlˈeɪ wʌz sˈʌmənd tə pˈæɹɪs, ænd ɐtwˈʌns ðə skˈaɪ ʌv hɜː pˈæɹədˌaɪs wʌz ˌoʊvɚkˈæst. ʃiː ɹˈoʊt tə hˌɪm, — tˈʌn tˈuː hˈeɪ sˈʌmhaʊ klˈʌŋ ɹˈaʊnd maɪ hˈɑːɹt.