text_original: Allie felt a horrible, nameless, insidious sense of falsity  a nightmare unreality  an intangible Neale, fated, drifting away from her. "Good bye  Allie!... Bless you! I'll be  happy  knowing  you're  " He choked, and the tears streamed down his face. It was a face convulsed by renunciation, not by guilt. Whatever he had done, it was not base.
text_transcription: ALI FELT A HORRIBLE NAMELESS INSIDIOUS SENSE OF FALSITY A NIGHTMARE UNREALITY AN INTANGIBLE KNEEL FADED DRIFTING AWAY FROM HER GOOD BYE ALLEY BLESS YOU I'LL BE HAPPY NOR NEARER HE CHOKED AND THE TEARS STREAMED DOWN HIS FACE IT WAS A FACE CONVULSED BY RENUNCIATION NOT BY GUILT WHATEVER HE HAD DONE IT WAS NOT BASE
phonemes: ˈæli fˈɛlt ɐ hˈɔːɹɪbəl, nˈeɪmləs, ɪnsˈɪdiəs sˈɛns ʌv fˈɔlsᵻɾi ɐ nˈaɪtmɛɹ ʌnɹɪˈælᵻɾi ɐn ɪntˈændʒɪbəl nˈiːl, fˈeɪɾᵻd, dɹˈɪftɪŋ ɐwˈeɪ fɹʌm hɜː. "ɡˈʊd bˈaɪ ˈæli!... blˈɛs juː! aɪl biː hˈæpi nˈoʊɪŋ jʊɹ  " hiː tʃˈoʊkt, ænd ðə tˈɪɹz stɹˈiːmd dˌaʊn hɪz fˈeɪs. ɪt wʌzɐ fˈeɪs kənvˈʌlst baɪ ɹᵻnˌʌnsɪˈeɪʃən, nˌɑːt baɪ ɡˈɪlt. wʌtˈɛvɚ hiː hæd dˈʌn, ɪt wʌz nˌɑːt bˈeɪs.