text_original: She looked backward across the arid desert of her five years of society under Disbrowe influences, five years of life that seemed worthless and joyless compared with that year of a happiness she had almost forgotten, till her husband's death carried all her thoughts back to the past: to the time when she had given him love for love; to the days that she could think of without remorse.
text_transcription: SHE LOOKED BACKWARD ACROSS THE ARID DESERT OF HER FIVE YEARS OF SOCIETY UNDER DIS BROW INFLUENCES FIVE YEARS OF LIFE THAT SEEMED WORTHLESS AND JOYLESS COMPARED WITH THAT YEAR OF A HAPPINESS SHE HAD ALMOST FORGOTTEN TILL HER HUSBAND'S DEATH CARRIED ALL HER THOUGHTS BACK TO THE PAST TO THE TIME WHEN SHE HAD GIVEN HIM LOVE FOR LOVE TO THE DAYS THAT SHE COULD THINK OF WITHOUT REMORSE
phonemes: ʃiː lˈʊkt bˈækwɚd əkɹˌɑːs ðɪ ˈæɹɪd dˈɛzɚt ʌv hɜː fˈaɪv jˈɪɹz ʌv səsˈaɪəɾi ˌʌndɚ dɪsbɹˈaʊ ˈɪnfluːənsᵻz, fˈaɪv jˈɪɹz ʌv lˈaɪf ðæt sˈiːmd wˈɜːθləs ænd dʒˈɔɪləs kəmpˈɛɹd wɪð ðæt jˈɪɹ əvə hˈæpɪnəs ʃiː hæd ˈɔːlmoʊst fɚɡˈɑːʔn̩, tˈɪl hɜː hˈʌsbəndz dˈɛθ kˈæɹid ˈɔːl hɜː θˈɔːts bˈæk tə ðə pˈæst: tə ðə tˈaɪm wɛn ʃiː hæd ɡˈɪvən hˌɪm lˈʌv fɔːɹ lˈʌv; tə ðə dˈeɪz ðæt ʃiː kʊd θˈɪŋk ʌv wɪðˌaʊt ɹᵻmˈɔːɹs.