text_original: He, who had been the soul of chivalry, the meekest of men before a woman, the inheritor of a reverence for womanhood, had ruthlessly shot out of his way that wonderful white armed Beauty Stanton. She, too, must lie there in the shadow. Allie shivered with the cool desert wind that blew in her face from the shadowy spaces. She shut her eyes to hide the dim passing traces of terrible Benton and the darkness that hid the lonely graves.
text_transcription: HE WHO HAD BEEN THE SOUL OF CHIVALRY THE MEEKEST OF MEN BEFORE A WOMAN THE INHERITOR OF A REVERENCE FOR WOMANHOOD HAD RUTHLESSLY SHOT OUT OF HIS WAY THAT WONDERFUL WHITE ARMED BEAUTY STANTAM SHE TOO MUST LIE THERE IN THE SHADOW ALI SHIVERED WITH THE COOL DESERT WIND THAT BLEW IN HER FACE FROM THE SHADOWY SPACES SHE SHUT HER EYES TO HIDE THE DIM PASSING TRACES OF TERRIBLE VENTUM AND THE DARKNESS THAT HID THE LONELY GRAVES
phonemes: hiː, hˌuː hɐdbɪn ðə sˈoʊl ʌv ʃˈɪvəlɹi, ðə mˈiːkɪst ʌv mˈɛn bᵻfˌɔːɹ ɐ wˈʊmən, ðɪ ɪnhˈɛɹɪɾɚɹ əvɚ ɹˈɛvɚɹəns fɔːɹ wˈʊmənhˌʊd, hæd ɹˈuːθləsli ʃˈɑːt ˌaʊɾəv hɪz wˈeɪ ðæt wˈʌndɚfəl wˈaɪt ˈɑːɹmd bjˈuːɾi stˈæntən. ʃiː, tˈuː, mˈʌst lˈaɪ ðɛɹ ɪnðə ʃˈædoʊ. ˈæli ʃˈɪvɚd wɪððə kˈuːl dˈɛzɚt wˈɪnd ðæt blˈuː ɪn hɜː fˈeɪs fɹʌmðə ʃˈædoʊi spˈeɪsᵻz. ʃiː ʃˈʌt hɜːɹ ˈaɪz tə hˈaɪd ðə dˈɪm pˈæsɪŋ tɹˈeɪsᵻz ʌv tˈɛɹᵻbəl bˈɛntən ænd ðə dˈɑːɹknəs ðæt hˈɪd ðə lˈoʊnli ɡɹˈeɪvz.