text_original: " Dearest, the plainest Christian rites are enough, if they but make us one." " I think we are that already, John," she answered shyly ; and then, nestling by his side as they sat in the wide solitude of that stupendous pile, she took his hand and held it in both her own, looking down at it wonderingly — a well  formed hand, strong and muscular, broadened a little by seafaring.
text_transcription: DEAREST THE PLAINEST CHRISTIAN RITES ARE ENOUGH IF THEY BUT MAKE US ONE I THINK WE ARE THAT ALREADY JOHN SHE ANSWERED SHYLY AND THEN NESTLING BY HIS SIDE AS THEY SAT IN THE WIDE SOLITUDE OF THAT STUPENDOUS PILE SHE TOOK HIS HAND AND HELD IT IN BOTH HER OWN LOOKING DOWN AT IT WONDERINGLY A WELL FORMED HAND STRONG AND MUSCULAR BROADENED A LITTLE BY SEAFARING
phonemes: " dˈɪɹɪst, ðə plˈeɪnɪst kɹˈɪstʃən ɹˈaɪts ɑːɹ ɪnˈʌf, ɪf ðeɪ bˌʌt mˈeɪk ˌʌs wˌʌn." " aɪ θˈɪŋk wiː ɑːɹ ðæt ɔːlɹˈɛdi, dʒˈɑːn," ʃiː ˈænsɚd ʃˈaɪli ; ænd ðˈɛn, nˈɛsəlɪŋ baɪ hɪz sˈaɪd æz ðeɪ sˈæt ɪnðə wˈaɪd sˈɑːlɪtˌuːd ʌv ðæt stuːpˈɛndəs pˈaɪl, ʃiː tˈʊk hɪz hˈænd ænd hˈɛld ɪɾ ɪn bˈoʊθ hɜːɹ ˈoʊn, lˈʊkɪŋ dˌaʊn æɾ ɪt wˈʌndɚɹɪŋli — ɐ wˈɛl fˈɔːɹmd hˈænd, stɹˈɔŋ ænd mˈʌskjʊlɚ, bɹˈɔːdənd ɐ lˈɪɾəl baɪ sˈiːfɛɹɪŋ.