text_original: She had heard his avowal. There was no room now to doubt the meaning ^^ Love and Life mid Death!' 303 of all that had gone before, no ground now for believing in a tender, platonic admiration, lapping her round with its soft radiance— a light, but not a fire.
text_transcription: SHE HAD HEARD HIS AVOWAL THERE WAS NO ROOM NOW TO DOUBT THE MEANING OF ALL THAT HAD GONE BEFORE NO GROUND NOW FOR BELIEVING IN A TENDER PLATONIC ADMIRATION LAPPING HER ROUND WITH ITS SOFT RADIANCE A LIGHT BUT NOT A FIRE
phonemes: ʃiː hæd hˈɜːd hɪz ɐvˈaʊəl. ðɛɹwˌʌz nˈoʊ ɹˈuːm nˈaʊ tə dˈaʊt ðə mˈiːnɪŋ lˈʌv ænd lˈaɪf mˈɪd dˈɛθ!θɹˈiːhˈʌndɹɪd θɹˈiː ʌv ˈɔːl ðæt hæd ɡɔn bᵻfˈɔːɹ, nˈoʊ ɡɹˈaʊnd nˈaʊ fɔːɹ bᵻlˈiːvɪŋ ɪn ɐ tˈɛndɚ, plætˈɑːnɪk ˌædmɚɹˈeɪʃən, lˈæpɪŋ hɜː ɹˈaʊnd wɪð ɪts sˈɔft ɹˈeɪdiəns— ɐ lˈaɪt, bˌʌt nˌɑːɾə fˈaɪɚ.