text_original: Like all people who have been separated for a long time, they found little or nothing to say. 160 THE MAN RETURNS. 161 " And did you have a good passage across the Atlantic," asked Mary, when she had made him sit on the hard little sofa, and she had taken a stiff, high chair some little way off, and was looking at him with all her eyes. Was this neatly turned out young man, with his tightly buttoned dog skin gloves, the lover with whom she had corresponded all these months and months? She felt strangely shy in the midst of her happiness.
text_transcription: LIKE ALL PEOPLE WHO HAVE BEEN SEPARATED FOR A LONG TIME THEY FOUND LITTLE OR NOTHING TO SAY AND DID YOU HAVE A GOOD PASSAGE ACROSS THE ATLANTIC ASKED MARY WHEN SHE HAD MADE HIM SIT ON THE HARD LITTLE SOFA AND SHE HAD TAKEN A STIFF HIGH CHAIR SOME LITTLE WAY OFF AND WAS LOOKING AT HIM WITH ALL HER EYES WAS THIS NEATLY TURNED OUT YOUNG MAN IN HIS TIGHTLY BUTTONED DOG SKIN GLOVES THE LOVER WITH WHOM SHE HAD CORRESPONDED ALL THESE MONTHS AND MONTHS SHE FOUND STRANGELY SHY IN THE MIDST OF HER HAPPINESS
phonemes: lˈaɪk ˈɔːl pˈiːpəl hˌuː hɐvbɪn sˈɛpɚɹˌeɪɾᵻd fɚɹə lˈɔŋ tˈaɪm, ðeɪ fˈaʊnd lˈɪɾəl ɔːɹ nˈʌθɪŋ tə sˈeɪ. wˈʌnhˈʌndɹɪd sˈɪksti ðə mˈæn ɹᵻtˈɜːnz. wˈʌnhˈʌndɹɪd sˈɪksti wˈʌn " ænd dˈɪd juː hæv ɐ ɡˈʊd pˈæsɪdʒ əkɹˌɑːs ðɪ ɐtlˈæntɪk," ˈæskt mˈɛɹi, wˌɛn ʃiː hæd mˌeɪd hˌɪm sˈɪt ɔnðə hˈɑːɹd lˈɪɾəl sˈoʊfə, ænd ʃiː hæd tˈeɪkən ɐ stˈɪf, hˈaɪ tʃˈɛɹ sˌʌm lˈɪɾəl wˈeɪ ˈɔf, ænd wʌz lˈʊkɪŋ æt hˌɪm wɪð ˈɔːl hɜːɹ ˈaɪz. wʌz ðɪs nˈiːtli tˈɜːnd ˈaʊt jˈʌŋ mˈæn, wɪð hɪz tˈaɪtli bˈʌʔn̩d dˈɑːɡ skˈɪn ɡlˈʌvz, ðə lˈʌvɚ wɪð hˈuːm ʃiː hæd kˌɔːɹɪspˈɑːndᵻd ˈɔːl ðiːz mˈʌnθs ænd mˈʌnθs? ʃiː fˈɛlt stɹˈeɪndʒli ʃˈaɪ ɪnðə mˈɪdst ʌv hɜː hˈæpɪnəs.