text_original: but what of it?  he loved her!... The message from the lips and fingers of the girl broke in upon the thoughts that were crying for expression. "You think of me." She smiled with her lips and eyes. "I am glad that you do, my dear one, but it is hopeless.
text_transcription: BUT WHAT OF IT HE LOVED HER THE MESSAGE FROM THE LIPS AND FINGERS OF THE GIRL BROKE IN UPON THE THOUGHTS THAT WERE CRYING FOR EXPRESSION YOU THINK OF ME SHE SMILED WITH HER LIPS AND EYES I AM GLAD THAT YOU DO MY DEAR ONE BUT IT IS HOPELESS
phonemes: bˌʌt wˈʌt ʌv ɪt?  hiː lˈʌvd hɜː!... ðə mˈɛsɪdʒ fɹʌmðə lˈɪps ænd fˈɪŋɡɚz ʌvðə ɡˈɜːl bɹˈoʊk ɪn əpˌɑːn ðə θˈɔːts ðæt wɜː kɹˈaɪɪŋ fɔːɹ ɛkspɹˈɛʃən. "juː θˈɪŋk ʌv mˌiː." ʃiː smˈaɪld wɪð hɜː lˈɪps ænd ˈaɪz. "aɪɐm ɡlˈæd ðæt juː dˈuː, maɪ dˈɪɹ wˌʌn, bˌʌt ɪɾ ɪz hˈoʊpləs.