text_original: And though I was happy, the sobs rose in my throat. There stood Polly Ann, as white now as the bleached linen she wore, and Tom McChesney, tall and spare and broad, as strong a figure of a man as ever I laid eyes on.
text_transcription: AND THOUGH I WAS HAPPY THE SOBS ROSE IN MY THROAT THERE STOOD POLLYANNE AS WHITE NOW AS THE BLEACHED LINEN SHE WORE AND TOM MACCESNEY TALL AND SPARE AND BROAD AS STRONG A FIGURE OF A MAN AS EVER I LAID EYES ON
phonemes: ænd ðˌoʊ aɪ wʌz hˈæpi, ðə sˈɑːbz ɹˈoʊz ɪn maɪ θɹˈoʊt. ðɛɹ stˈʊd pˈɑːli ˈæn, æz wˈaɪt nˈaʊ æz ðə blˈiːtʃt lˈɪnɪn ʃiː wˈɔːɹ, ænd tˈɑːm mə tʃˈɛsni, tˈɔːl ænd spˈɛɹ ænd bɹˈɔːd, æz stɹˈɔŋ ɐ fˈɪɡjɚɹ əvə mˈæn æz ˈɛvɚɹ aɪ lˈeɪd ˈaɪz ˈɔn.