text_original: It seemed as if that beam of light traversing the darkness, and coming from the spot which held all that made life worth living, bore with it something of his Ethel.
text_transcription: IT SEEMED AS IF THAT BEAM OF LIGHT TRAVERSING THE DARKNESS AND COMING FROM THE SPOT WHICH HELD ALL THAT MADE LIFE WORTH LIVING BORE WITH IT SOMETHING OF HIS ETHEL
phonemes: ɪt sˈiːmd æz ɪf ðæt bˈiːm ʌv lˈaɪt tɹɐvˈɜːsɪŋ ðə dˈɑːɹknəs, ænd kˈʌmɪŋ fɹʌmðə spˈɑːt wˌɪtʃ hˈɛld ˈɔːl ðæt mˌeɪd lˈaɪf wˈɜːθ lˈɪvɪŋ, bˈɔːɹ wɪð ɪt sˈʌmθɪŋ ʌv hɪz ˈɛθəl.