text_original: " cried Ordener ; " tell me, Ethel, are you not my HANS OF ICELAND. 59 wife ? " And in a transport of atlectiou he pressed her to his heart. " I am yours," she whispered. The two pure and noble hearts throbbed rapturously to  gether, and were but purer and nobler for the embrace.
text_transcription: CRIED ORDINAR TELL ME ETHEL ARE YOU NOT MY WIFE AND IN A TRANSPORT OF AFFECTION HE PRESSED HER TO HIS HEART I AM YOURS SHE WHISPERED THE TWO PURE AND NOBLE HEARTS THROBBED RAPTUROUSLY TOGETHER AND WERE BUT PURER AND NOBLER FOR THE EMBRACE
phonemes: " kɹˈaɪd ˈɔːɹdənɚ ; " tˈɛl mˌiː, ˈɛθəl, ɑːɹ juː nˌɑːt maɪ hˈænz ʌv ˈaɪslənd. fˈɪfti nˈaɪn wˈaɪf ? " ænd ɪn ɐ tɹˈænspɔːɹt ʌv ˈæɾəlktɪˌuː hiː pɹˈɛst hɜː tə hɪz hˈɑːɹt. " aɪɐm jˈɔːɹz," ʃiː wˈɪspɚd. ðə tˈuː pjˈʊɹ ænd nˈoʊbəl hˈɑːɹts θɹˈɑːbd ɹˈæptʃɚɹəsli tə ɡˈɛðɚ, ænd wɜː bˌʌt pjˈʊɹɹɚɹ ænd nˈoʊblɚ fɚðɪ ɛmbɹˈeɪs.