text_original: Her head was bowed as she reached to touch Garry's forehead. He sensed a hopeless sorrow that was so plainly hers, but with it he felt a mingling of another emotion that stirred him to the depths of his being. The slim, white figure straightened, and the dark eyes squarely upon his when she spoke.
text_transcription: HER HEAD WAS BOWED AS SHE REACHED TOUCH GEARY'S FOREHEAD HE SENSED A HOPELESS SORROW THAT WAS SO PLAINLY HERS BUT WITH IT HE FELT A MINGLING OF ANOTHER EMOTION THAT STIRRED HIM TO THE DEPTHS OF HIS BEING THE SLIM WHITE FIGURE STRAIGHTENED AND THE DARK EYES SQUARELY UPON HIS WHEN SHE SPOKE
phonemes: hɜː hˈɛd wʌz bˈaʊd æz ʃiː ɹˈiːtʃt tə tˈʌtʃ ɡˈæɹiz fˈɔːɹhɛd. hiː sˈɛnst ɐ hˈoʊpləs sˈɑːɹoʊ ðæt wʌz sˌoʊ plˈeɪnli hˈɜːz, bˌʌt wɪð ɪt hiː fˈɛlt ɐ mˈɪŋɡəlɪŋ ʌv ɐnˈʌðɚɹ ɪmˈoʊʃən ðæt stˈɜːd hˌɪm tə ðə dˈɛpθs ʌv hɪz bˈiːɪŋ. ðə slˈɪm, wˈaɪt fˈɪɡjɚ stɹˈeɪtənd, ænd ðə dˈɑːɹk ˈaɪz skwˈɛɹli əpˌɑːn hɪz wɛn ʃiː spˈoʊk.