text_original: He lifted her face, not without a little resistance on her part, till he could reach her lips, and gave his answer there first; gave it tenderly, and laughingly. "You are mine," he said; "and what is mine I do not like anybody to find fault with, except myself."
text_transcription: HE LIFTED HER FACE NOT WITHOUT A LITTLE RESISTANCE ON HER PART TILL HE COULD REACH HER LIPS AND GAVE HIS ANSWER THERE FIRST GAVE IT TENDERLY AND LAUGHINGLY YOU ARE MINE HE SAID AND WHAT IS MINE I DO NOT LIKE ANYBODY TO FIND FAULT WITH EXCEPT MYSELF
phonemes: hiː lˈɪftᵻd hɜː fˈeɪs, nˌɑːt wɪðˌaʊt ɐ lˈɪɾəl ɹᵻsˈɪstəns ˌɔn hɜː pˈɑːɹt, tˈɪl hiː kʊd ɹˈiːtʃ hɜː lˈɪps, ænd ɡˈeɪv hɪz ˈænsɚ ðɛɹ fˈɜːst; ɡˈeɪv ɪt tˈɛndɚli, ænd lˈæfɪŋli. "juː ɑːɹ mˈaɪn," hiː sˈɛd; "ænd wʌt ɪz mˈaɪn aɪ duːnˌɑːt lˈaɪk ˈɛnɪbˌɑːdi tə fˈaɪnd fˈɔlt wɪð, ɛksˈɛpt maɪsˈɛlf."