text_original: His face began to work. She threw her arms about him  she gave up to a frenzy of long deferred happiness. Where Larry was there would Neale be. "Allie  it ain't  you?" he asked, hoarsely, as he hugged her close.
text_transcription: HIS FACE BEGAN TO WORK SHE THREW HER ARMS ABOUT HIM SHE GAVE UP TO A FRENZY OF LONG DETERRED HAPPINESS WHERE LARRY WAS THERE WOULD NEIL BE ELLIE THEY YOU HE ASKED HOARSELY AS HE HUGGED HER CLOSE
phonemes: hɪz fˈeɪs bɪɡˈæn tə wˈɜːk. ʃiː θɹˈuː hɜːɹ ˈɑːɹmz ɐbˌaʊt hˌɪm ʃiː ɡˈeɪv ˌʌp tʊ ɐ fɹˈɛnzi ʌv lˈɔŋ dᵻfˈɜːd hˈæpɪnəs. wˌɛɹ lˈæɹi wʌz ðɛɹ wʊd nˈiːl bˈiː. "ˈæli ɪɾ ˈeɪnt juː?" hiː ˈæskt, hˈɔːɹsli, æz hiː hˈʌɡd hɜː klˈoʊs.