text_original: Rotha's mind was in terrible tumult, for notwithstanding this protest of reason, or of feeling, that touch of his lips upon her lips had waked up all the old past; it was just like the kiss with which he had bid her good bye three years ago; but whether to forgive him or not, and whether there was anything or not, Rotha did not yet know.
text_transcription: HER OTHA'S MIND WAS IN TERRIBLE TUMULT FOR NOTWITHSTANDING THIS PROTEST OF REASON OR OF FEELING THAT TOUCH OF HIS LIPS UPON HER LIPS HAD WAKED UP ALL THE OLD PAST IT WAS JUST LIKE THE KISS WITH WHICH HE HAD BID HER GOOD BYE THREE YEARS AGO BUT WHETHER TO FORGIVE HIM OR NOT AND WHETHER THERE WAS ANYTHING OR NOT ROTHA DID NOT YET KNOW
phonemes: ɹˈɑːθəz mˈaɪnd wʌz ɪn tˈɛɹᵻbəl tˈuːmʌlt, fɔːɹ nˌɑːtwɪðstˈændɪŋ ðɪs pɹˈoʊtɛst ʌv ɹˈiːzən, ɔːɹ ʌv fˈiːlɪŋ, ðæt tˈʌtʃ ʌv hɪz lˈɪps əpˌɑːn hɜː lˈɪps hæd wˈeɪkt ˌʌp ˈɔːl ðɪ ˈoʊld pˈæst; ɪt wʌz dʒˈʌst lˈaɪk ðə kˈɪs wɪð wˌɪtʃ hiː hæd bˈɪd hɜː ɡˈʊd bˈaɪ θɹˈiː jˈɪɹz ɐɡˈoʊ; bˌʌt wˈɛðɚ tə fɚɡˈɪv hˌɪm ɔːɹ nˈɑːt, ænd wˈɛðɚ ðɛɹwˌʌz ˈɛnɪθˌɪŋ ɔːɹ nˈɑːt, ɹˈɑːθə dɪdnˌɑːt jˈɛt nˈoʊ.