text_original: Then his keen, clear eyes pierced Allie. "Wal, lass," he said, gently. The familiar voice was no dream, no treachery of her mind. Slingerland! She could not speak. She could hardly see. She swayed into his arms. Then when she felt the great, strong clasp and the softness of buckskin on her face and the odor of pine and sage  and desert dust, she believed in his reality.
text_transcription: THEN HIS KEEN CLEAR EYES PIERCED ALI WELL AS HE SAID GENTLY THE FAMILIAR VOICE WAS NO DREAM NO TREACHERY OF HER MIND SLINGER SHE COULD NOT SPEAK SHE COULD HARDLY SEE SHE SWAYED INTO HIS ARMS THEN WHEN SHE FELT THE GREAT STRONG CLASP AND THE SOFTNESS OF BUCKSKIN ON HER FACE AND THE ODOUR OF PINE AND SAGE AND DESERT DUST SHE BELIEVED IN HIS REALITY
phonemes: ðˈɛn hɪz kˈiːn, klˈɪɹ ˈaɪz pˈɪɹst ˈæli. "wˈæl, lˈæs," hiː sˈɛd, dʒˈɛntli. ðə fəmˈɪlɪɹ vˈɔɪs wʌz nˈoʊ dɹˈiːm, nˈoʊ tɹˈɛtʃɚɹi ʌv hɜː mˈaɪnd. slˈɪŋɡɚlənd! ʃiː kʊd nˌɑːt spˈiːk. ʃiː kʊd hˈɑːɹdli sˈiː. ʃiː swˈeɪd ˌɪntʊ hɪz ˈɑːɹmz. ðˈɛn wɛn ʃiː fˈɛlt ðə ɡɹˈeɪt, stɹˈɔŋ klˈæsp ænd ðə sˈɔftnəs ʌv bˈʌkskɪn ˌɔn hɜː fˈeɪs ænd ðɪ ˈoʊdɚɹ ʌv pˈaɪn ænd sˈeɪdʒ ænd dˈɛzɚt dˈʌst, ʃiː bᵻlˈiːvd ɪn hɪz ɹɪˈælᵻɾi.