text_original: ' How sweet — how completely lov  able she is,' he said to himself , meditating over that final cigarette, ' and how thoroughly she trusts me ! Her mind is as clear as a rivulet, through which one can count every pebble and every grain of golden sand.' CHAPTER XII. ' AND TO
text_transcription: HOW SWEET HOW COMPLETELY LOVABLE SHE IS HE SAID TO HIMSELF MEDITATING OVER THAT FINAL CIGARETTE AND HOW THOROUGHLY SHE TRUSTS ME HER MIND IS AS CLEAR AS A RIVULET THROUGH WHICH ONE CAN COUNT EVERY PEBBLE AND EVERY GRAIN OF GOLD AND SAND END OF CHAPTER ELEVEN
phonemes: hˌaʊ swˈiːt — hˌaʊ kəmplˈiːtli lˈʌv ˈeɪbəl ʃiː ɪz,hiː sˈɛd tə hɪmsˈɛlf , mˈɛdᵻtˌeɪɾɪŋ ˌoʊvɚ ðæt fˈaɪnəl sˌɪɡɚɹˈɛt, ænd hˌaʊ θˈʌɹoʊli ʃiː tɹˈʌsts mˌiː ! hɜː mˈaɪnd ɪz æz klˈɪɹ æz ɐ ɹˈɪvjʊlɪt, θɹuː wˌɪtʃ wˈʌn kæn kˈaʊnt ˈɛvɹi pˈɛbəl ænd ˈɛvɹi ɡɹˈeɪn ʌv ɡˈoʊldən sˈænd.tʃˈæptɚ ɹˌoʊmən twˈɛlv. ænd tuː