text_original: Unknown to her, his eyes had never left Dolores while she was making her decision; now joy and ardor suffused and transfigured him. Slave he was, yet it was he who looked the royal part in that instant. "Wait but a breath," he said, and reached in two gigantic strides a massive oaken chest heavily fastened with wrought iron.
text_transcription: UNKNOWN TO HER HIS EYES HAD NEVER LEFT DOLORUS WHILE SHE WAS MAKING HER DECISION NOW JOY AND ARDOR SUFFUSED AND TRANSFIGURED HIM SLAVE HE WAS YET IT WAS HE WHO LOOKED THE ROYAL PART IN THAT INSTANT WAIT BUT A BREATH HE SAID AND REACHED IN TWO GIGANTIC STRIDES A MASSIVE OAKEN CHEST HEAVILY FASTENED WITH WROUGHT IRON
phonemes: ʌnnˈoʊn tə hɜː, hɪz ˈaɪz hæd nˈɛvɚ lˈɛft dəlˈɔːɹɪs wˌaɪl ʃiː wʌz mˌeɪkɪŋ hɜː dᵻsˈɪʒən; nˈaʊ dʒˈɔɪ ænd ˈɑːɹdɚ sʌfjˈuːzd ænd tɹænsfˈɪɡɚd hˌɪm. slˈeɪv hiː wʌz, jˈɛt ɪt wʌz hiː hˌuː lˈʊkt ðə ɹˈɔɪəl pˈɑːɹt ɪn ðæt ˈɪnstənt. "wˈeɪt bˌʌt ɐ bɹˈɛθ," hiː sˈɛd, ænd ɹˈiːtʃt ɪn tˈuː dʒaɪɡˈæntɪk stɹˈaɪdz ɐ mˈæsɪv ˈoʊkən tʃˈɛst hˈɛvili fˈæsənd wɪð ɹˈɔːt ˈaɪɚn.