text_original: He had given her the beatitude of loving and being loved, without romance  without passion  without looking before or after: and, realising the difference this dumb creature made, she could but think with melancholy longing of what a child would have meant in her life.
text_transcription: HE HAD GIVEN HER THE BEATITUDE OF LOVING AND BEING LOVED WITHOUT ROMANCE WITHOUT PASSION WITHOUT LOOKING BEFORE OR AFTER AND REALIZING THE DIFFERENCE THIS DUMB CREATURE MADE SHE COULD BUT THINK WITH MELANCHOLY LONGING OF WHAT A CHILD WOULD HAVE MEANT IN HER LIFE
phonemes: hiː hæd ɡˈɪvən hɜː ðə biːˈæɾɪtˌuːd ʌv lˈʌvɪŋ ænd bˌiːɪŋ lˈʌvd, wɪðˌaʊt ɹoʊmˈæns wɪðˌaʊt pˈæʃən wɪðˌaʊt lˈʊkɪŋ bᵻfˌɔːɹ ɔːɹ ˈæftɚ: ænd, ɹˈiːəlaɪzɪŋ ðə dˈɪfɹəns ðɪs dˈʌm kɹˈiːtʃɚ mˈeɪd, ʃiː kʊd bˌʌt θˈɪŋk wɪð mˈɛləŋkˌɑːli lˈɔŋɪŋ ʌv wʌt ɐ tʃˈaɪld wʊdhɐv mˈɛnt ɪn hɜː lˈaɪf.