text_original: All was over ! He was not hers, 408 HANS OF ICELAND. he who was hers by all her memories, by all her pangs, by all her prayers, he whose wife she had held herself to be upon the faith of her dreams. For the evening when Ordener had clasped her so tenderly in his arms was no more than a dream to her now.
text_transcription: ALL WAS OVER HE WAS NOT HERS HE WHO WAS HERS BY ALL HER MEMORIES BY ALL HER PANGS BY ALL HER PRAYERS HE WHOSE WIFE SHE HAD HELD HERSELF TO BE UPON THE FAITH OF HER DREAMS FOR THE EVENING WHEN ORDNER HAD CLASPED HER SO TENDERLY IN HIS ARMS WAS NO MORE THAN A DREAM TO HER NOW
phonemes: ˈɔːl wʌz ˈoʊvɚ ! hiː wʌz nˌɑːt hˈɜːz, fˈɔːɹhˈʌndɹɪd ˈeɪt hˈænz ʌv ˈaɪslənd. hiː hˌuː wʌz hɜːz baɪ ˈɔːl hɜː mˈɛmɚɹiz, baɪ ˈɔːl hɜː pˈæŋz, baɪ ˈɔːl hɜː pɹˈɛɹz, hiː hˌuːz wˈaɪf ʃiː hæd hˈɛld hɜːsˈɛlf təbi əpˌɑːn ðə fˈeɪθ ʌv hɜː dɹˈiːmz. fɚðɪ ˈiːvnɪŋ wɛn ˈɔːɹdənɚ hæd klˈæspt hɜː sˌoʊ tˈɛndɚli ɪn hɪz ˈɑːɹmz wʌz nˈoʊmˌɔːɹ ðˌænə dɹˈiːm tə hɜː nˈaʊ.