text_original: His voice, his countenance, his manner, evidently betrayed it; and whenever the eyes of Emmeline were turned to any other object, his were fixed on her face, with looks so expressive of tender admiration, yet tempered by a kind of hopeless dejection, that the most uninterested observer could hardly have mistaken his thoughts.
text_transcription: HIS VOICE HIS COUNTENANCE HIS MANNER EVIDENTLY BETRAYED IT AND WHENEVER THE EYES OF EMMELINE WERE TURNED TO ANY OTHER OBJECT HIS WERE FIXED ON HER FACE WITH LOOKS SO EXPRESSIVE OF TENDER ADMIRATION YET TEMPERED BY A KIND OF HOPELESS DEJECTION THAT THE MOST UNINTERESTED OBSERVER COULD HARDLY HAVE MISTAKEN HIS THOUGHTS
phonemes: hɪz vˈɔɪs, hɪz kˈaʊntənəns, hɪz mˈænɚ, ˈɛvɪdəntli bᵻtɹˈeɪd ɪt; ænd wənˌɛvɚ ðɪ ˈaɪz ʌv ˈɛmɪlˌaɪn wɜː tˈɜːnd tʊ ˌɛni ˈʌðɚɹ ˈɑːbdʒɛkt, hɪz wɜː fˈɪkst ˌɔn hɜː fˈeɪs, wɪð lˈʊks sˌoʊ ɛkspɹˈɛsɪv ʌv tˈɛndɚɹ ˌædmɚɹˈeɪʃən, jˈɛt tˈɛmpɚd baɪ ɐ kˈaɪnd ʌv hˈoʊpləs dᵻdʒˈɛkʃən, ðætðə mˈoʊst ʌnˈɪntɚɹəstᵻd əbzˈɜːvɚ kʊd hˈɑːɹdli hæv mɪstˈeɪkən hɪz θˈɔːts.