text_original: "It is the decision of a fit daughter of my chief," replied Milo, his great frame expanding to the bounding energy that surged through him. Unknown to her, his eyes had never left Dolores while she was making her decision; now joy and ardor suffused and transfigured him.
text_transcription: IT IS THE DECISION OF A FIT DAUGHTER OF MY CHIEF REPLIED MYLO HIS GREAT FRAME EXPANDING TO THE BOUNDING ENERGY THAT SURGED THROUGH HIM UNKNOWN TO HER HIS EYES HAD NEVER LEFT DOLORUS WHILE SHE WAS MAKING HER DECISION NOW JOY AND ARDOR SUFFUSED AND TRANSFIGURED HIM
phonemes: "ɪɾ ɪz ðə dᵻsˈɪʒən əvə fˈɪt dˈɔːɾɚɹ ʌv maɪ tʃˈiːf," ɹᵻplˈaɪd mˈaɪloʊ, hɪz ɡɹˈeɪt fɹˈeɪm ɛkspˈændɪŋ tə ðə bˈaʊndɪŋ ˈɛnɚdʒi ðæt sˈɜːdʒd θɹˈuː hˌɪm. ʌnnˈoʊn tə hɜː, hɪz ˈaɪz hæd nˈɛvɚ lˈɛft dəlˈɔːɹɪs wˌaɪl ʃiː wʌz mˌeɪkɪŋ hɜː dᵻsˈɪʒən; nˈaʊ dʒˈɔɪ ænd ˈɑːɹdɚ sʌfjˈuːzd ænd tɹænsfˈɪɡɚd hˌɪm.