text_original: He pressed her hand, held it for a few moments, as if scarcely knowing what to do with it, and then suddenly dropped it, with something of a guilty manner. The Frenchman, with his arm still linked in the old man's, wheeled sharply round, and walked away towards the Barriere Saint Antoine, leaving Eleanor standing alone amongst the passers by, looking wistfully after her father. 92 Eleanor's victory. The other man looked up as the Frenchman led Mr. Vane away, and slowly followed them, with his head bent and his hands in his pockets.
text_transcription: HE PRESSED HER HAND HELD IT FOR SOME MOMENTS AS IF SCARCELY KNOWING WHAT TO DO WITH IT AND THEN SUDDENLY DROPPED IT WITH SOMETHING OF A GUILTY MANNER THE FRENCHMAN WITH HIS ARM STILL LINKED IN THE OLD MAN'S WHEELED SHARPLY ROUND AND WALKED AWAY TOWARDS THE BARRIER SAINT ANTOINE LEAVING ELEANOR STANDING ALONE AMONGST THE PASSERS BY LOOKING WISTFULLY AFTER HER FATHER THE OTHER MAN LOOKED UP AS THE FRENCHMAN LED MISTER VANE AWAY AND SLOWLY FOLLOWED THEM WITH HIS HEAD BENT AND HIS HANDS IN HIS POCKETS
phonemes: hiː pɹˈɛst hɜː hˈænd, hˈɛld ɪt fɚɹə fjˈuː mˈoʊmənts, æz ɪf skˈɛɹsli nˈoʊɪŋ wʌt tə dˈuː wɪð ɪt, ænd ðˈɛn sˈʌdənli dɹˈɑːpt ɪt, wɪð sˈʌmθɪŋ əvə ɡˈɪlti mˈænɚ. ðə fɹˈɛntʃmən, wɪð hɪz ˈɑːɹm stˈɪl lˈɪŋkt ɪnðɪ ˈoʊld mˈænz, wˈiːld ʃˈɑːɹpli ɹˈaʊnd, ænd wˈɔːkt ɐwˈeɪ təwˈɔːɹdz ðə bˌæɹiˈɛɹ sˈeɪnt ˈæntɔɪn, lˈiːvɪŋ ᵻlˈiːnɚ stˈændɪŋ ɐlˈoʊn ɐmˌʌŋst ðə pˈæsɚz bˈaɪ, lˈʊkɪŋ wˈɪstfəli ˈæftɚ hɜː fˈɑːðɚ. nˈaɪnti tˈuː ᵻlˈiːnɚz vˈɪktɚɹi. ðɪ ˈʌðɚ mˈæn lˈʊkt ˌʌp æz ðə fɹˈɛntʃmən lˈɛd mˈɪstɚ. vˈeɪn ɐwˈeɪ, ænd slˈoʊli fˈɑːloʊd ðˌɛm, wɪð hɪz hˈɛd bˈɛnt ænd hɪz hˈændz ɪn hɪz pˈɑːkɪts.