text_original: The horror of waiting, waiting, and waiting did not occur to them. They never had to do it; how could they know ? " Dear, aren't you glad you're back ? " she >t THE MAN RETURNS. 163 asked, raising her head a little so that the brown eyes and the grey eyes met. " Of course, of course," he muttered, glanc  ing vaguely round the room ; " but there are so many things to be thought of."
text_transcription: THE HORROR OF WAITING WAIT AND WAITING DID NOT OCCUR TO THEM THEY NEVER HAD TO DO IT HOW COULD THEY NOW DEAR AREN'T YOU GLAD YOU'RE BACK SHE ASKED RAISING HER HEAD A LITTLE SO THAT THE BROWN EYES AND THE GRAY EYES MET OF COURSE OF COURSE HE MURMURED GLANCING VAGUELY ROUND THE ROOM BUT THERE ARE SO MANY THINGS TO BE THOUGHT OF
phonemes: ðə hˈɔɹɚɹ ʌv wˈeɪɾɪŋ, wˈeɪɾɪŋ, ænd wˈeɪɾɪŋ dɪdnˌɑːt əkˈɜː tə ðˌɛm. ðeɪ nˈɛvɚ hædtə dˈuː ɪt; hˌaʊ kʊd ðeɪ nˈoʊ ? " dˈɪɹ, ˌɑːɹnt juː ɡlˈæd jʊɹ bˈæk ? " ʃiː tˈiː ðə mˈæn ɹᵻtˈɜːnz. wˈʌnhˈʌndɹɪd sˈɪksti θɹˈiː ˈæskt, ɹˈeɪzɪŋ hɜː hˈɛd ɐ lˈɪɾəl sˌoʊ ðætðə bɹˈaʊn ˈaɪz ænd ðə ɡɹˈeɪ ˈaɪz mˈɛt. " ʌv kˈɔːɹs, ʌv kˈɔːɹs," hiː mˈʌɾɚd, ɡlˈæŋk ˈɪŋ vˈeɪɡli ɹˈaʊnd ðə ɹˈuːm ; " bˌʌt ðɛɹˌɑːɹ sˌoʊ mˈɛni θˈɪŋz təbi θˈɔːt ʌv."