text_original: She had kept him out of her life for a long time  time that had seemed an eternity for him, in his longing for her; and then, at a word, at a smile, at the touch of his hand, she had yielded, and had let him see that to be with him was to be happy, and that nothing else mattered. Light love had been his portion in the light years of youth; but this was no light love.
text_transcription: SHE HAD KEPT HIM OUT OF HER LIFE FOR A LONG TIME TIME THAT HAD SEEMED AN ETERNITY FOR HIM IN HIS LONGING FOR HER AND THEN AT A WORD AT A SMILE AT THE TOUCH OF HIS HAND SHE HAD YIELDED AND HAD LET HIM SEE THAT TO BE WITH HIM WAS TO BE HAPPY AND THAT NOTHING ELSE MATTERED LIGHT LOVE HAD BEEN HIS PORTION IN THE LIGHT YEARS OF YOUTH BUT THIS WAS NO LIGHT LOVE
phonemes: ʃiː hæd kˈɛpt hˌɪm ˌaʊɾəv hɜː lˈaɪf fɚɹə lˈɔŋ tˈaɪm tˈaɪm ðæt hæd sˈiːmd ɐn ɪtˈɜːnᵻɾi fɔːɹ hˌɪm, ɪn hɪz lˈɔŋɪŋ fɔːɹ hɜː; ænd ðˈɛn, æɾə wˈɜːd, æɾə smˈaɪl, æt ðə tˈʌtʃ ʌv hɪz hˈænd, ʃiː hæd jˈiːldᵻd, ænd hæd lˈɛt hˌɪm sˈiː ðæt təbi wɪð hˌɪm wʌz təbi hˈæpi, ænd ðæt nˈʌθɪŋ ˈɛls mˈæɾɚd. lˈaɪt lˈʌv hɐdbɪn hɪz pˈɔːɹʃən ɪnðə lˈaɪt jˈɪɹz ʌv jˈuːθ; bˌʌt ðɪs wʌz nˈoʊ lˈaɪt lˈʌv.