text_original: Slowly his hand moved up to cross his lips, to brush through his red hair; then with swifter movement it swept back to feel the door, as if he wanted the touch of tangible things. "Reckon I'm seein' 'em again!" he muttered to himself. "Oh, Larry  I'm Allie Lee!" she cried, holding out her hands.
text_transcription: SLOWLY HIS HAND MOVED UP TO CROSS HIS LIPS TO BRUSH THROUGH HIS RED HAIR THEN WITH SWIFTER MOVEMENT IT SWEPT BACK TO FEEL THE DOOR AS IF HE WANTED THE TOUCH OF TANGIBLE THINGS RECKON I'M SEEING HIM AGAIN HE MUTTERED TO HIMSELF OH LARRY I'M ALLEY LEE SHE CRIED FOLDING OUT HER HANDS
phonemes: slˈoʊli hɪz hˈænd mˈuːvd ˌʌp tə kɹˈɔs hɪz lˈɪps, tə bɹˈʌʃ θɹuː hɪz ɹˈɛd hˈɛɹ; ðˈɛn wɪð swˈɪftɚ mˈuːvmənt ɪt swˈɛpt bˈæk tə fˈiːl ðə dˈɔːɹ, æz ɪf hiː wˈɔntᵻd ðə tˈʌtʃ ʌv tˈændʒɪbəl θˈɪŋz. "ɹˈɛkən aɪm sˈiːɪn ˈɛm ɐɡˈɛn!" hiː mˈʌɾɚd tə hɪmsˈɛlf. "ˈoʊ, lˈæɹi aɪm ˈæli lˈiː!" ʃiː kɹˈaɪd, hˈoʊldɪŋ ˈaʊt hɜː hˈændz.