text_original: Whatever instinct or love or spirit had guided her had done so rightly. She had felt Neale's presence in Benton. It was stingingly sweet to realize that. Her heart swelled with pangs of fullest measure. Surely he again believed her dead.
text_transcription: WHATEVER INSTINCT OR LOVE OR SPIRIT HAD GUIDED HER HAD DONE SO RIGHTLY SHE HAD FELT NEIL'S PRESENCE AND BITTEN IT WAS STINGINGLY SWEET TO REALIZE THAT HER HEART SWELLED WITH PANGS OF FULLEST MEASURE SURELY HE AGAIN BELIEVED HER DEAD
phonemes: wʌtˈɛvɚɹ ˈɪnstɪŋkt ɔːɹ lˈʌv ɔːɹ spˈɪɹɪt hæd ɡˈaɪdᵻd hɜː hæd dˈʌn sˌoʊ ɹˈaɪtli. ʃiː hæd fˈɛlt nˈiːlz pɹˈɛzəns ɪn bˈɛntən. ɪt wʌz stˈɪŋɪŋli swˈiːt tə ɹˈiːəlaɪz ðˈæt. hɜː hˈɑːɹt swˈɛld wɪð pˈæŋz ʌv fˈʊlɪst mˈɛʒɚ. ʃˈʊɹli hiː ɐɡˈɛn bᵻlˈiːvd hɜː dˈɛd.