text_original: These were but flashes of disillusion. A touch of tenderness, a thought of all they had been to each other, and her bitter need of his love, made her again his slave.
text_transcription: THESE WERE BUT FLASHES OF DISILLUSION A TOUCH OF TENDERNESS A THOUGHT OF ALL THEY HAD BEEN TO EACH OTHER AND HER BITTER NEED OF HIS LOVE MADE HER AGAIN HIS SLAVE
phonemes: ðiːz wɜː bˌʌt flˈæʃᵻz ʌv dɪsɪlˈuːʒən. ɐ tˈʌtʃ ʌv tˈɛndɚnəs, ɐ θˈɔːt ʌv ˈɔːl ðeɪ hɐdbɪn tʊ ˈiːtʃ ˈʌðɚ, ænd hɜː bˈɪɾɚ nˈiːd ʌv hɪz lˈʌv, mˌeɪd hɜːɹ ɐɡˈɛn hɪz slˈeɪv.