text_original: Dark hair cascaded about the shoulders to mingle with a lacy veil of golden threads. A film of golden lace wrapped about her  her robes had gone to dust, vanished with the vanished years  and only the threads of gold with which the robe was shot remained, a futile concealment for the slim white of her shoulders, the soft curves of rounded breasts. But Garry's eyes were held by the eyes that looked and locked with his.
text_transcription: DARK HAIR CASCADED ABOUT THE SHOULDERS TO MINGLE WITH A LACY VEIL OF GOLDEN THREADS A FILM OF GOLDEN LACE WRAPPED ABOUT HER HER ROBES HAD GONE TO DUST VANISHED WITH THE VANISHED YEARS AND ONLY THE THREADS OF GOLD WITH WHICH THE ROBE WAS SHOT REMAINED A FUTILE CONCEALMENT FOR THE SLIM WIDE OF HER SHOULDERS THE SOFT CURVES OF ROUNDED BREAST BAGHEARY'S EYES WERE HELD BY THE EYES THAT LOOKED AND LOCKED WITH HIS
phonemes: dˈɑːɹk hˈɛɹ kɐskˈeɪdᵻd ɐbˌaʊt ðə ʃˈoʊldɚz tə mˈɪŋɡəl wɪð ɐ lˈeɪsi vˈeɪl ʌv ɡˈoʊldən θɹˈɛdz. ɐ fˈɪlm ʌv ɡˈoʊldən lˈeɪs ɹˈæpt ɐbˌaʊt hɜː hɜː ɹˈoʊbz hæd ɡɔn tə dˈʌst, vˈænɪʃt wɪððə vˈænɪʃt jˈɪɹz ænd ˈoʊnli ðə θɹˈɛdz ʌv ɡˈoʊld wɪð wˌɪtʃ ðə ɹˈoʊb wʌz ʃˈɑːt ɹᵻmˈeɪnd, ɐ fjˈuːɾəl kənsˈiːlmənt fɚðə slˈɪm wˈaɪt ʌv hɜː ʃˈoʊldɚz, ðə sˈɔft kˈɜːvz ʌv ɹˈaʊndᵻd bɹˈɛsts. bˌʌt ɡˈæɹiz ˈaɪz wɜː hˈɛld baɪ ðɪ ˈaɪz ðæt lˈʊkt ænd lˈɑːkt wɪð hˈɪz.