text_original: With her in his arms and an orange tropical moon hanging low in the hot, black sky, he ceased to care that she had no ancestors, for now his one passionate desire was to save her from Sir Basil and to hold her forever for himself.
text_transcription: WITH HER IN HIS ARMS AND AN ORANGE TROPICAL MOON HANGING LOW IN THE HOT BLACK SKY HE CEASED TO CARE THAT SHE HAD NO ANCESTORS FOR NOW HIS ONE PASSIONATE DESIRE WAS TO SAVE HER FROM SIR BASAUL AND TO HOLD HER FOREVER FOR HIMSELF
phonemes: wɪð hɜːɹ ɪn hɪz ˈɑːɹmz ænd ɐn ˈɔɹɪndʒ tɹˈɑːpɪkəl mˈuːn hˈæŋɪŋ lˈoʊ ɪnðə hˈɑːt, blˈæk skˈaɪ, hiː sˈiːst tə kˈɛɹ ðæt ʃiː hæd nˈoʊ ˈænsɛstɚz, fɔːɹ nˈaʊ hɪz wˈʌn pˈæʃənət dɪzˈaɪɚ wʌz tə sˈeɪv hɜː fɹʌm sˌɜː bˈeɪzəl ænd tə hˈoʊld hɜː fɚɹˈɛvɚ fɔːɹ hɪmsˈɛlf.