text_original: She held out her hand to him, and he bent and kissed it reverently, with an ease I envied. He followed us to the door. And when the Vicomtesse had gone a little way down the path she looked at him over her shoulder. "Do not despair, Mr. Temple," she said. It was an answer to a yearning in his face. He gripped me by the shoulders. "God bless you, Davy," he whispered, and added, "God bless you both."
text_transcription: SHE HELD OUT HER HAND TO HIM AND HE BENT AND KISSED IT REVERENTLY WITH AN EASE I ENVIED HE FOLLOWED US TO THE DOOR AND WHEN THE VICOMTESSA HAD GONE A LITTLE WAY DOWN THE PATH SHE LOOKED AT HIM OVER HER SHOULDER DO NOT DESPAIR MISTER TEMPLE SHE SAID IT WAS AN ANSWER TO A YEARNING IN HIS FACE HE GRIPPED ME BY THE SHOULDERS GOD BLESS YOU DAVY HE WHISPERED AND ADDED GOD BLESS YOU BOTH
phonemes: ʃiː hˈɛld ˈaʊt hɜː hˈænd tə hˌɪm, ænd hiː bˈɛnt ænd kˈɪst ɪt ɹˈɛvɚɹəntli, wɪð ɐn ˈiːz aɪ ˈɛnvid. hiː fˈɑːloʊd ˌʌs tə ðə dˈɔːɹ. ænd wɛn ðə vˈɪkəmtˌɛs hæd ɡɔn ɐ lˈɪɾəl wˈeɪ dˌaʊn ðə pˈæθ ʃiː lˈʊkt æt hˌɪm ˌoʊvɚ hɜː ʃˈoʊldɚ. "duːnˌɑːt dᵻspˈɛɹ, mˈɪstɚ. tˈɛmpəl," ʃiː sˈɛd. ɪt wʌz ɐn ˈænsɚ tʊ ɐ jˈɜːnɪŋ ɪn hɪz fˈeɪs. hiː ɡɹˈɪpt mˌiː baɪ ðə ʃˈoʊldɚz. "ɡˈɑːd blˈɛs juː, dˈeɪvi," hiː wˈɪspɚd, ænd ˈædᵻd, "ɡˈɑːd blˈɛs juː bˈoʊθ."