text_original: Whatever might happen, never again would she doubt, or close her heart to the soldier. She was his. The General, waiting in his box for Dick, said as he grasped his hand, "That's settled, Ingraham. We'll have no more trouble with this town."
text_transcription: WHATEVER MIGHT HAPPEN NEVER AGAIN WOULD SHE DOUBT OR CLOSE HER HEART TO THE SOLDIER SHE WAS HIS THE GENERAL WAITING IN HIS BOX FOR DICK SAID AS HE GRASPED HIS HAND THAT'S SETTLED INGRAM WILL HAVE NO MORE TROUBLE WITH THIS TOWN
phonemes: wʌtˈɛvɚ mˌaɪt hˈæpən, nˈɛvɚɹ ɐɡˈɛn wʊd ʃiː dˈaʊt, ɔːɹ klˈoʊs hɜː hˈɑːɹt tə ðə sˈoʊldʒɚ. ʃiː wʌz hˈɪz. ðə dʒˈɛnɚɹəl, wˈeɪɾɪŋ ɪn hɪz bˈɑːks fɔːɹ dˈɪk, sˈɛd æz hiː ɡɹˈæspt hɪz hˈænd, "ðæts sˈɛɾəld, ɪŋɡɹˈeɪəm. wiːl hæv nˈoʊmˌɔːɹ tɹˈʌbəl wɪð ðɪs tˈaʊn."