text_original: Here was no rhapsodical nonsense, but safe comfort, with a freehold house, solid furniture, and Four hundred a year. Almost unconsciously his arms closed round her. She gave a great, contented sigh, as her head sank on his shoulder.
text_transcription: HERE WAS NO RHAPSODICAL NONSENSE BUT SAFE COMFORT WITH A FREEHOLD HOUSE SOLID FURNITURE AND FOUR HUNDRED A YEAR ALMOST UNCONSCIOUSLY HIS ARMS CLOSED ROUND HER SHE GAVE A GREAT CONTENTED SIGH AS HER HEAD SANK ON HIS SHOULDER
phonemes: hˈɪɹ wʌz nˈoʊ ɹæpsˈɑːdɪkəl nˈɑːnsəns, bˌʌt sˈeɪf kˈʌmfɚt, wɪð ɐ fɹˈiːhoʊld hˈaʊs, sˈɑːlɪd fˈɜːnɪtʃɚ, ænd fˈɔːɹ hˈʌndɹɪd ɐ jˈɪɹ. ˈɔːlmoʊst ʌŋkˈɑːnʃəsli hɪz ˈɑːɹmz klˈoʊzd ɹˈaʊnd hɜː. ʃiː ɡˈeɪv ɐ ɡɹˈeɪt, kəntˈɛntᵻd sˈaɪ, æz hɜː hˈɛd sˈæŋk ˌɔn hɪz ʃˈoʊldɚ.