text_original: Then she faced Allie, wonderingly, with all a woman's sympathy, and something else that Allie sensed as a sweet and poignant wistfulness. "Are you  Neale's sweetheart?" she asked, very low. "Oh  please  find him  for me!" sobbed Allie. The tenderness in this woman's voice and look and touch was what Allie needed more than anything, and it made her a trembling child.
text_transcription: THEN SHE FACED ALLEY WONDERINGLY WITH ALL A WOMAN'S SYMPATHY AND SOMETHING ELSE THAT ALLEY SENSED AS A SWEET AND POIGNANT WISTFULNESS ARE YOU REAL SWEETHEART SHE ASKED VERY LOW OH PLEASE FIND HIM POORLY SOBBED ALLEY THE TENDERNESS IN THIS WOMAN'S VOICE AND LOOK AND TOUCH WAS WHAT ALI NEEDED MORE THAN ANYTHING AND IT MADE HER A TREMBLING CHILD
phonemes: ðˈɛn ʃiː fˈeɪsd ˈæli, wˈʌndɚɹɪŋli, wɪð ˈɔːl ɐ wˈʊmənz sˈɪmpəθi, ænd sˈʌmθɪŋ ˈɛls ðæt ˈæli sˈɛnst æz ɐ swˈiːt ænd pˈɔɪnjənt wˈɪstfəlnəs. "ɑːɹ juː nˈiːlz swˈiːthɑːɹt?" ʃiː ˈæskt, vˈɛɹi lˈoʊ. "ˈoʊ plˈiːz fˈaɪnd hˌɪm fɔːɹ mˌiː!" sˈɑːbd ˈæli. ðə tˈɛndɚnəs ɪn ðɪs wˈʊmənz vˈɔɪs ænd lˈʊk ænd tˈʌtʃ wʌz wʌt ˈæli nˈiːdᵻd mˈɔːɹ ðɐn ˈɛnɪθˌɪŋ, ænd ɪt mˌeɪd hɜːɹ ɐ tɹˈɛmblɪŋ tʃˈaɪld.