text_original: "The Alcalde should be coming back," she said. "Yes," I answered. These were our words, yet we scarce heeded their meaning. Between us was drawn a subtler communion than speech, and we dared  neither of us  to risk speech. She searched my face, but her lips were closed. She did not take my hand again as in the afternoon. She turned away. I knew what she would have said.
text_transcription: THE ALCALDEE SHOULD BE COMING BACK SHE SAID YES I ANSWERED THESE WERE OUR WORDS YET WE SCARCE HEEDED THEIR MEANING BETWEEN US WAS DRAWN A SUBTLER COMMUNION THAN SPEECH AND WE DARED NEITHER OF US TO RISK SPEECH SHE SEARCHED MY FACE BUT HER LIPS WERE CLOSED SHE DID NOT TAKE MY HAND AGAIN AS IN THE AFTERNOON SHE TURNED AWAY I KNEW WHAT SHE WOULD HAVE SAID
phonemes: "ðɪ ˈælkældə ʃˌʊd biː kˈʌmɪŋ bˈæk," ʃiː sˈɛd. "jˈɛs," aɪ ˈænsɚd. ðiːz wɜːɹ ˌaʊɚ wˈɜːdz, jˈɛt wiː skˈɛɹs hˈiːdᵻd ðɛɹ mˈiːnɪŋ. bᵻtwˌiːn ˌʌs wʌz dɹˈɔːn ɐ sˈʌtlɚ kəmjˈuːniən ðɐn spˈiːtʃ, ænd wiː dˈɛɹd nˈiːðɚɹ ʌv ˌʌs tə ɹˈɪsk spˈiːtʃ. ʃiː sˈɜːtʃt maɪ fˈeɪs, bˌʌt hɜː lˈɪps wɜː klˈoʊzd. ʃiː dɪdnˌɑːt tˈeɪk maɪ hˈænd ɐɡˈɛn æz ɪnðɪ ˌæftɚnˈuːn. ʃiː tˈɜːnd ɐwˈeɪ. aɪ nˈuː wʌt ʃiː wʊdhɐv sˈɛd.