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It is destroyed for the imagination by any attempt to refer it to organization.

ɪt ɪz dɪsˈtrɔɪd fɔr ðə ɪˌmæʤɪˈneɪʃən baɪ ˈɛni əˈtɛmpt tu ˈrɛfɝ ɪt tu ˌɔrɡənɪˈzeɪʃən

Nor does it point to any relations of friendship or love known and described in society, but, as it seems to me, to a quite other and unattainable sphere, to relations of transcendent delicacy and sweetness, to what roses and violets hint and foreshow.

nɔr dʌz ɪt pɔɪnt tu ˈɛni rɪˈleɪʃənz ʌv ˈfrɛnʃɪp ɔr lʌv noʊn ænd dɪsˈkraɪbd ɪn səˈsaɪəti, bʌt, æz ɪt simz tu mi, tu ə ˈkwaɪt ˈʌðər ænd ˌʌnəˈteɪnəbəl sfɪr, tu rɪˈleɪʃənz ʌv trænˈsɛndənt ˈdɛlɪkəsi ænd ˈswitnəs, tu wʌt ˈroʊzɪz ænd ˈvaɪələts hɪnt ænd ˈfoʊrʃoʊ.

We cannot approach beauty.

wi ˈkænɑt əˈproʊʧ ˈbjuti

Its nature is like opaline doves'-neck lustres, hovering and evanescent.

ɪts ˈneɪʧər ɪz laɪk ˈoʊpəlaɪn ˈdʌvzˌnɛk ˈlʌstrəz ˈhʌvərɪŋ ænd ˌɛvəˈnɛsənt

Herein it resembles the most excellent things, which all have this rainbow character, defying all attempts at appropriation and use.

hɪrɪn ɪt rɪˈzɛmbəlz ðə məʊst ˈɛksələnt θɪŋz, wɪʧ ɔːl hæv ðɪs ˈreɪnboʊ ˈkɛrəktər, dɪˈfaɪɪŋ ɔːl əˈtɛmpts æt əˌproʊpriˈeɪʃən ænd ˈjus.

The god or hero of the sculptor is always represented in a transition from that which is representable to the senses, to that which is not.

ðə ɡɑd ɔr ˈhɪroʊ ʌv ðə ˈskʌlp.tər ɪz ˈɔlˌweɪz ˌrɛprɪˈzɛntɪd ɪn ə trænˈzɪʃən frʌm ðæt wɪʧ ɪz ˌrɛprɪˈzɛntəbəl tu ðə ˈsɛnzɪz tu ðæt wɪʧ ɪz nɑt.

The same remark holds of painting.

ðə seɪm rɪˈmɑrk hoʊldz əv ˈpeɪntɪŋ.

And of poetry the success is not attained when it lulls and satisfies, but when it astonishes and fires us with new endeavors after the unattainable.

ənd əv ˈpoʊɪətri ðə səkˈsɛs ɪz nɑt əˈteɪnd ˈwɛn ɪt lʌlz ənd ˈsætɪsˌfaɪz, bət wɛn ɪt əˈstɑnɪʃɪz ənd ˈfaɪrz əs wɪð ˈnju ɪnˈdɛvərz ˈæftər ði ənəˈteɪnəbəl

By conversation with that which is in itself excellent, magnanimous, lowly, and just, the lover comes to a warmer love of these nobilities, and a quicker apprehension of them.

baɪ ˌkɑnvərˈseɪʃən wɪð ðæt wɪʧ ɪz ɪn ɪtˈsɛlf ˈɛksələnt, mæɡˈnænəməs, ˈloʊli, ænd ˈʤʌst, ðə ˈlʌvər kʌmz tuː ə ˈwɔrmər lʌv əv ðiz noʊˈbɪlətiz, ænd ə ˈkwɪkər ˌæprɪˈhɛnʃən əv ðɛm.

Then he passes from loving them in one to loving them in all, and so is the one beautiful soul only the door through which he enters to the society of all true and pure souls.

ðɛn hi ˈpæsɪz frɒm ˈlʌvɪŋ ðɛm ɪn wʌn tu ˈlʌvɪŋ ðɛm ɪn ɔːl, ænd soʊ ɪz ðə wʌn ˈbjutəfəl soʊl ˈoʊnli ðə dɔr θruː wɪtʃ hi ˈɛntərz tu ðə səˈsaɪəti əv ɔːl truː ænd pyur soʊlz.

If Plato, Plutarch and Apuleius taught it, so have Petrarch, Angelo and Milton.

ɪf ˈpleɪtoʊ, ˈpluˌtɑrk ænd əˈpjuːliəs tɔt ɪt, soʊ hæv ˈpiːtrɑrk, ˈændʒəloʊ ænd ˈmɪltən.

It awaits a truer unfolding in opposition and rebuke to that subterranean prudence which presides at marriages with words that take hold of the upper world, whilst one eye is prowling in the cellar; so that its gravest discourse has a savor of hams and powdering tubs.

ɪt əˈweɪts ə ˈtruər ənˈfoʊldɪŋ ɪn ˌɑpəˈzɪʃən ənd rɪˈbjuk tu ˈðæt ˌsʌbˌtɛrəˈneɪən ˈpruːdəns wɪʧ prɪˈsaɪdz ət ˈmærɪʤɪz wɪð wɝdz ðæt teɪk hoʊld əv ðə ˈʌpər wɝld, waɪlst wʌn aɪ ɪz ˈpraʊlɪŋ ɪn ðə ˈsɛlər; soʊ ðæt ɪts ˈɡreɪvɪst ˈdɪskoʊrs hæz ə ˈseɪvər əv hæmz ənd ˈpaʊdərɪŋ tʌbz.

But this dream of love, though beautiful, is only one scene in our play.

bʌt ðɪs driːm ʌv lʌv, ðoʊ ˈbjutəfəl, ɪz ˈoʊnli wʌn sin ɪn ˈaʊər pleɪ.

In the procession of the soul from within outward, it enlarges its circles ever, like the pebble thrown into the pond, or the light proceeding from an orb.

ɪn ðə prəˈsɛʃən əv ðə soʊl frəm wɪˈðɪn ˈaʊtwərd, ɪt ɪnˈlɑrdʒɪz ɪts ˈsɜrkəlz ˈɛvər, laɪk ðə ˈpɛbəl θroʊn ˈɪntu ðə pɑnd, ɔr ðə laɪt prəˈsidɪŋ frəm ən ɔrb.

The rays of the soul alight first on things nearest, on every utensil and toy, on nurses and domestics, on the house and yard and passengers, on the circle of household acquaintance, on politics and geography and history.

ðə reɪz əv ðə soʊl əˈlaɪt fɜrst ɒn θɪŋz ˈnɪərɪst, ɒn ˈɛvri ˈjuːtənsəl ænd tɔɪ, ɒn ˈnɜrsɪz ænd dəˈmɛstɪks, ɒn ðə haʊs ænd jɑrd ænd ˈpæsəndʒərz, ɒn ðə ˈsɜrkəl əv ˈhaʊshoʊld əˈkweɪntəns, ɒn ˈpɑlətɪks ænd dʒiˈɑgrəfi ænd ˈhɪstəri.

But things are ever grouping themselves according to higher or more interior laws.

bʌt θɪŋz ər ˈɛvər ˈɡruːpɪŋ θɛmˈsɛlvz əˈkɔrdɪŋ tuː ˈhaɪər ɔr mɔr ɪnˈtɪrɪər lɔz

Thus even love, which is the deification of persons, must become more impersonal every day.

ðʌs ˈivən ˈlʌv, wɪʧ ɪz ðə ˌdiːəfɪˈkeɪʃən əv ˈpɜrsənz, mʌst bɪˈkʌm mɔːr ˌɪmpərˈsənəl ˈɛvri deɪ.

Of this at first it gives no hint.

əv ðɪs æt fɜrst ɪt ɡɪvz noʊ hɪnt.

Little think the youth and maiden who are glancing at each other across crowded rooms with eyes so full of mutual intelligence, of the precious fruit long hereafter to proceed from this new, quite external stimulus.

ˈlɪtəl θɪŋk ðə juθ ænd ˈmeɪdn̩ hu ɑr ˈɡlænsɪŋ æt ˈiðər əˈkrɔs ˈkraʊdəd rumz wɪð aɪz soʊ fʊl ʌv ˈmjuːʧuəl ɪnˈtɛləʤəns, ʌv ðə ˈprɛʃəs ˈfruːt lɔŋ ˌhɪrˈæftər tuː prəˈsid frɒm ðɪs njuː, kwaɪt ɪksˈtɜːrnəl ˈstɪmjələs.

The work of vegetation begins first in the irritability of the bark and leaf buds.

ðə wɜːrk əv ˌvɛʤəˈteɪʃən bɪˈɡɪnz fɜːrst ɪn ðə ˌɪrɪtəˈbɪləti əv ðə bɑːrk ænd lif bʌdz.

From exchanging glances, they advance to acts of courtesy, of gallantry, then to fiery passion, to plighting troth and marriage.

frəm ɪksˈʧeɪnʤɪŋ ˈɡlænsɪz, ðeɪ ədˈvæns tu ˈæks əv ˈkɜrtəsi, əv ˈɡæləntri, ðɛn tu ˈfaɪri ˈpæʃən, tu ˈplaɪtɪŋ troʊθ ənd ˈmærɪʤ.

Passion beholds its object as a perfect unit.

ˈpæʃən bɪˈhoʊldz ɪts ˈɑbʤɛkt æz ə ˈpɜrfɪkt ˈjunɪt.

"Her pure and eloquent blood Spoke in her cheeks, and so distinctly wrought, That one might almost say her body thought."

hɜr pjʊr ænd ˈɛləkwənt blʌd spok ɪn hər ʧiks, ænd soʊ dɪˈstɪŋktli rɔt, ðæt wʌn maɪt ˈɔlmoʊst seɪ hər ˈbɑdi θɔt.

Romeo, if dead, should be cut up into little stars to make the heavens fine.

ˈɹoʊmiˌoʊ, ɪf dɛd, ʃʊd bi kʌt ʌp ˈɪntu ˈlɪtəl stɑɹz tu meɪk ðə ˈhɛvənz faɪn.

Life, with this pair, has no other aim, asks no more, than Juliet,--than Romeo.

laɪf, wɪθ ðɪs peər, hæz noʊ ˈʌðər eɪm, æsks noʊ mɔr, ðæn ʤʊliˈɛt,--ðæn ˈroʊmiˌo.

The lovers delight in endearments, in avowals of love, in comparisons of their regards.

ðə ˈlʌvərz dɪˈlaɪt ɪn ɪnˈdɪrmənts, ɪn əˈvaʊəlz əv lʌv, ɪn kəmˈpærɪsənz əv ðer rɪˈɡɑrdz.

Does that other see the same star, the same melting cloud, read the same book, feel the same emotion, that now delight me?

dəz ðæt ˈʌðər si ðə seɪm stɑr, ðə seɪm ˈmɛltɪŋ klaʊd, riːd ðə seɪm bʊk, fil ðə seɪm ɪˈmoʊʃən, ðæt naʊ dɪˈlaɪt mi?

They try and weigh their affection, and adding up costly advantages, friends, opportunities, properties, exult in discovering that willingly, joyfully, they would give all as a ransom for the beautiful, the beloved head, not one hair of which shall be harmed. But the lot of humanity is on these children.

ðeɪ ˈtraɪ ænd weɪ ðɛr əˈfɛkʃən, ænd ˈædɪŋ ʌp ˈkɔstli ædˈvæntɪʤɪz, frɛndz, ˌɑpərˈtunətiz, ˈprɑpərtiz, ɪɡˈzʌlt ɪn dɪsˈkʌvərɪŋ ðæt ˈwɪlɪŋli, ˈʤɔɪfəli, ðeɪ wʊd ɡɪv ɔl æz ə ˈrænzəm fɔr ðə ˈbjutəfəl, ðə bɪˈlʌvɪd hɛd, nɑt wʌn hɛr əv wɪʧ ʃæl bi hɑrmd. bʌt ðə lɑt ʌv hjuˈmænəti ɪz ɑn ðiz ˈʧɪldrən.

Danger, sorrow, and pain arrive to them, as to all.

ˈdeɪnʤər, ˈsɑroʊ, ænd peɪn əˈraɪv tu ðɛm, æz tu ɔl.

Love prays.

lʌv preɪz.

It makes covenants with Eternal Power in behalf of this dear mate.

ɪt ˈmeɪks ˈkʌvənənts wɪð ɪˈtɜrnəl ˈpaʊər ɪn bɪˈhæf əv ðɪs dɪr meɪt.

The union which is thus effected and which adds a new value to every atom in nature-for it transmutes every thread throughout the whole web of relation into a golden ray, and bathes the soul in a new and sweeter element-is yet a temporary state. Not always can flowers, pearls, poetry, protestations, nor even home in another heart, content the awful soul that dwells in clay.

ðə ˈjunjən wɪʧ ɪz ðʌs ɪˈfɛktɪd ənd wɪʧ ˈædz ə ˈnju ˈvælju tə ˈɛvri ˈætəm ɪn ˈneɪʧər—fɔr ɪt trænzˈmjuts ˈɛvri θrɛd θruːˈaʊt ðə hoʊl wɛb əv rɪˈleɪʃən ˈɪntuː ə ˈɡoʊldən reɪ, ənd beɪðz ðə soʊl ɪn ə ˈnju ənd ˈswitər ˈɛlɪmənt—ɪz jɛt ə ˈtɛmpəˌrɛri steɪt. ˈnɑt ˈɔlweɪz kən ˈflaʊərz, ˈpɝlz, ˈpoʊətri, ˌprɑtɛsˈteɪʃənz, nɔr ˈivən hoʊm ɪn əˈnʌðər hɑrt, kənˈtɛnt ðə ˈɔfəl soʊl ðət dwɛlz ɪn kleɪ.

It arouses itself at last from these endearments, as toys, and puts on the harness and aspires to vast and universal aims.

ɪt əˈɹaʊzɪz ɪtˈsɛlf ət lɑst frɒm ðiz ɛnˈdɪɹmənts, æz tɔɪz, ænd pʊts ɒn ðə ˈhɑɹnɪs ænd əˈspaɪɹz tuː væst ænd ˌjuːnɪˈvɜːɹsəl eɪmz.

The soul which is in the soul of each, craving a perfect beatitude, detects incongruities, defects and disproportion in the behavior of the other.

ðə soʊl wɪtʃ ɪz ɪn ðə soʊl əv itʃ, ˈkreɪvɪŋ ə ˈpɜrfɪkt ˌbiˈtud, dɪˈtɛkts ˌɪŋˌkɑŋˈgruɪtiz, dɪˈfɛkts ænd ˌdɪsprəˈpɔrʃən ɪn ðə bɪˈheɪvjər əv ðə ˈʌðər.

Yet that which drew them to each other was signs of loveliness, signs of virtue; and these virtues are there, however eclipsed.

jɛt ðæt wɪʧ druː ðɛm tu iʧ ˈʌðɚ wəz saɪnz əv ˈlʌvlɪnəs, saɪnz əv ˈvɜrtʃu; ænd ðiz ˈvɜrtʃuz ɑːr ðɛr, haʊˈɛvɚ ɪˈkɫɪpst.

This repairs the wounded affection.

ðɪs rɪˈpɛrz ðə ˈwʊndɪd əˈfɛkʃən.

For it is the nature and end of this relation, that they should represent the human race to each other. All that is in the world, which is or ought to be known, is cunningly wrought into the texture of man, of woman:--

fɔr ɪt ɪz ðə ˈneɪʧər ənd ɛnd ʌv ðɪs rɪˈleɪʃən, ðæt ðeɪ ʃʊd ˌrɛprɪˈzɛnt ðə ˈhjumən reɪs tu iʧ ˈʌðər. ɔl ðæt ɪz ɪn ðə wɜrld, wɪʧ ɪz ɔr ɔt tu bi noʊn, ɪz ˈkʌnɪŋli wrɔt ˈɪntu ðə ˈtɛkstʃər əv mæn, ʌv ˈwʊmən:--

The world rolls; the circumstances vary every hour.

ðə wɜrld roʊlz; ðə ˈsɜrkəmˌstænsɪz ˈvɛri ˈɛvri ˈaʊər.

By all the virtues they are united.

baɪ ɔːl ðə ˈvɜːrʧuːz ðeɪ ər juːˈnaɪtɪd.

If there be virtue, all the vices are known as such; they confess and flee.

ɪf ðɛr bi ˈvɜrʧu, ɔl ðə ˈvaɪsɪz ɑr noʊn æz sʌʧ; ðeɪ kənˈfɛs ænd fli.

Their once flaming regard is sobered by time in either breast, and losing in violence what it gains in extent, it becomes a thorough good understanding.

ðɛər wʌns ˈfleɪmɪŋ rɪˈɡɑrd ɪz ˈsoʊbərd baɪ taɪm ɪn ˈiðər brɛst, ænd ˈluːzɪŋ ɪn ˈvaɪələns wɑt ɪt ˈɡeɪnz ɪn ɪkˈstɛnt, ɪt bɪˈkʌmz ə ˈθʌroʊ gʊd ˌʌndərˈstændɪŋ.

They resign each other without complaint to the good offices which man and woman are severally appointed to discharge in time, and exchange the passion which once could not lose sight of its object, for a cheerful, disengaged furtherance, whether present or absent, of each other's designs.

ðeɪ rɪˈzaɪn itʃ ˈəðɚ wɪˈðaʊt kəmˈpleɪnt tu ðə ɡʊd ˈɔfɪsəz wɪtʃ mæn ænd ˈwʊmən ɑr ˈsɛvərəli əˈpɔɪntəd tu dɪsˈʧɑrʤ ɪn taɪm, ænd ɪksˈʧeɪnʤ ðə ˈpæʃən wɪtʃ wʌns kʊd nɑt luz saɪt əv ɪts ˈɑbjɪkt, fɔr ə ˈʧɪrfəl, ˌdɪsɪnˈɡeɪdʒd fərðərəns, ˈwɛðər ˈprɛzənt ɔr ˈæbsənt, əv ˈiʧ ˈəðɚz dɪˈzaɪnz."

Thus are we put in training for a love which knows not sex, nor person, nor partiality, but which seeks virtue and wisdom everywhere, to the end of increasing virtue and wisdom.

ðʌs ɑr wi pʊt ɪn ˈtreɪnɪŋ fɔr ə lʌv wɪtʃ noʊts nɑt sɛks, nɔr ˈpɜrsən, nɔr ˌpɑrʃiˈæləti, bət wɪtʃ siks ˈvɜrʧu ænd ˈwɪzdəm ˈɛvrɪˌwɛr, tu ði ɛnd ʌv ɪnˈkrisɪŋ ˈvɜrʧu ænd ˈwɪzdəm.

But we are often made to feel that our affections are but tents of a night.

bʌt wi ər ˈɔfən ˈmeɪd tu fil ðæt aʊər əˈfɛkʃənz ər bʌt tɛnts əv ə naɪt.

There are moments when the affections rule and absorb the man and make his happiness dependent on a person or persons.

ðɛr ɑr ˈmoʊmənts ˈwɛn ðə əˈfɛkʃənz rul ənd əbˈsɔrb ðə mæn ənd meɪk hɪz ˈhæpinəs dɪˈpɛndənt ɑn ə ˈpɝsən ɔr ˈpɝsənz.

But we need not fear that we can lose any thing by the progress of the soul.

bʌt wi nid nɑt fɪr ðæt wi kæn luz ˈɛni θɪŋ baɪ ðə ˈprɑɡrɛs ʌv ðə soʊl.

The soul may be trusted to the end.

ðə soʊl meɪ bi ˈtrʌstɪd tuː ðə ɛnd.

That which is so beautiful and attractive as these relations, must be succeeded and supplanted only by what is more beautiful, and so on for ever.

ˈðæt wɪtʃ ɪz soʊ ˈbjutəfəl ænd əˈtræktɪv əz ðiz rɪˈleɪʃənz, ˈməst bi səkˈsɪdɪd ænd səˈplæntɪd ˈoʊnli baɪ wət ɪz mɔr ˈbjutəfəl, ænd soʊ ɒn fɔr ˈɛvər.

"My dear mr Meredith,

maɪ dɪr mɪs.tər ˈmɛrɪ.dɪθ

As you know, and as I have given you proof, I have the greatest admiration in the world for one whose work for humanity has won such universal recognition.

əz ju noʊ, ænd æz aɪ hæv ˈɡɪvn ju proof, aɪ hæv ðə ˈɡreɪtɪst ˌædməˈreɪʃən ɪn ðə wɜrld fɔr wʌn huːz wɜrk fɔr hjuˈmænɪti hæz wʌn sʌʧ ˌjuːnɪˈvɜːrsəl ˌrɛkəɡˈnɪʃən.

"I hope that we shall both forget this unhappy morning and that you will give me an opportunity of rendering to you in person, the apologies which are due to you.

aɪ hoʊp ðæt wi ʃæl boʊθ fərˈɡɛt ðɪs ʌnˈhæpi ˈmɔrnɪŋ ænd ðæt ju wɪl ɡɪv mi ən ˌɑpərˈtunəti əv ˈrɛndərɪŋ tu ju ɪn ˈpɜrsn, ðə əˈpɑləʤiz wɪtʃ ɑr du tu ju.

I feel that anything less will neither rehabilitate me in your esteem, nor secure for me the remnants of my shattered self respect.

aɪ fil ðæt ˈɛniθɪŋ lɛs wɪl ˈniðər ˌriːəˈbɪlɪˌteɪt miː ɪn jɔr ɪsˈtiːm, nɔr sɪˈkjʊr fɔr miː ðə ˈrɛmnənts ʌv maɪ ˈʃætərd sɛlf rɪsˈpɛkt.

"I am hoping you will dine with me next week and meet a most interesting man, George Gathercole, who has just returned from Patagonia,--I only received his letter this morning- having made most remarkable discoveries concerning that country.

aɪ æm ˈhoʊpɪŋ ju wɪl daɪn wɪð mi nɛkst wik ænd mit ə most ˈɪntrəstɪŋ mæn, ʤɔrdʒ ˈgæðərˌkoʊl, hu hæz ʤəst rɪˈtərnd frəm pəˈtæɡoʊniə,--aɪ ˈoʊnli rəˈsivd hɪz ˈlɛtər ðɪs ˈmɔrnɪŋ- ˈhævɪŋ meɪd most rɪˈmɑrkəbəl dɪsˈkʌvriz kənˈsɝnɪŋ ðæt ˈkʌntri.

"I feel sure that you are large enough minded and too much a man of the world to allow my foolish fit of temper to disturb a relationship which I have always hoped would be mutually pleasant.

aɪ fil ʃʊr ðæt ju ɑr lɑrdʒ ɪˈnʌf ˈmaɪndɪd ænd tu mʌʧ ə mæn əv ðə wɜrld tu əˈlaʊ maɪ ˈfuːlɪʃ fɪt əv ˈtɛmpər tu dɪsˈtɜrb ə rɪˈleɪʃənʃɪp wɪʧ aɪ hæv ɔlˈweɪz hoʊpt wʊd bi ˈmjuːtʃʊəli ˈplɛzənt

If you will allow Gathercole, who will be unconscious of the part he is playing, to act as peacemaker between yourself and myself, I shall feel that his trip, which has cost me a large sum of money, will not have been wasted.

ɪf ju wɪl əˈlaʊ ˈɡæðərˌkoʊl, hu wɪl bi ənˈkɑnʃəs əv ðə pɑrt hi ɪz ˈpleɪɪŋ, tu ˈækt əz ˈpiːsˌmeɪkər bɪˈtwin jərˈsɛlf ænd maɪˈsɛlf, aɪ ʃæl fiːl ðæt hɪz trɪp, wɪtʃ hæz kɔst mi ə lɑrdʒ sʌm əv ˈmʌni, wɪl nɑt hæv bɪn ˈweɪstɪd.

"I am, dear mr Meredith,

aɪ æm, dɪr mɪs.tər ˈmɛr.ə.dɪθ

"REMINGTON KARA."

ɹɪˈmɪŋtən ˈkæɹə

Kara rose from his desk and began to pace the room.

kɑːrə roʊz frʌm hɪz dɛsk ænd bɪˈɡæn tu peɪs ðə rum.

"Do you know t x Meredith?" he asked suddenly.

"du jə noʊ tɛks ˈmɛrɪdɪθ?" hi ˈæskt ˈsʌdənli.

"I have heard of him," said the girl.

"aɪ hæv hɜrd ʌv hɪm," sɛd ðə gɜrl.

"A man with a singular mind," said Kara; "a man against whom my favourite weapon would fail."

ə ˈmæn wɪð ə ˈsɪŋɡjələr ˈmaɪnd, sɛd ˈkɛrə; ə ˈmæn əˈɡɛnst huːm maɪ ˈfeɪvərɪt ˈwɛpən wʊd feɪl.

She looked at him with interest in her eyes.

ʃi lʊkt ət ˈhɪm wɪð ˈɪntrəst ɪn hər ˈaɪz

"What is your favourite weapon, mr Kara?" she asked.

"wɑt ɪz jɔr ˈfeɪvərɪt ˈwɛpən, mɪs.tər ˈkɛɹə?" ʃi ˈæskt.

Probably he required no such encouragement, for in the presence of his social inferiors he was somewhat monopolizing.

ˈprɑbəbli hi rɪˈkwaɪrd noʊ ˈsʌʧ ɪnˈkɜrɪʤmənt, fɔr ɪn ðə ˈprɛzəns ʌv hɪz ˈsoʊʃəl ɪnˈfɪriərz hi wəz ˈsʌmˌwʌt məˈnɑpəlˌaɪzɪŋ.

"Cut a man's flesh and it heals," he said.

"kʌt ə mænz flɛʃ ænd ɪt hils," hi sɛd.

Fear is a tyrant and a despot, more terrible than the rack, more potent than the stake.

fɪr ɪz ə ˈtaɪrənt ænd ə ˈdɛspɑt, mɔr ˈtɛrəbl ðæn ðə ræk, mɔr ˈpoʊtnt ðæn ðə steɪk.

"Is that your creed?" she asked quietly.

ˈɪz ðæt jɔr krid? ʃi ˈæskt ˈkwaɪ.ətli.

"Part of it, Miss Holland," he smiled.

pɑrt əv ɪt, mɪs ˈhɑlənd, hi smaɪld.

She played idly with the letter she held in her hand, balancing it on the edge of the desk, her eyes downcast.

ʃi pleɪd ˈaɪdli wɪð ðə ˈlɛtər ʃi hɛld ɪn hər hænd, ˈbælənsɪŋ ɪt ɑn ðə ɛʤ əv ðə dɛsk, hər aɪz ˈdaʊnkæst.

"What would justify the use of such an awful weapon?" she asked.

"wɑt wʊd ˈʤʌstɪfaɪ ðə ˈjus əv sʌʧ ən ˈɔfəl ˈwɛpən?" ʃi ˈæskt.

"It is amply justified to secure an end," he said blandly.

ɪt ɪz ˈæm.pli ˈʤʌs.tɪˌfaɪd tu sɪˈkjʊr ən ɛnd, hi sɛd ˈblænd.li.

If I can buy it, well and good.

ɪf aɪ kæn ˈbaɪ ɪt, wɛl ənd ɡʊd.

If I can buy those who can use their influence to secure this thing for me, so much the better.

ɪf aɪ kæn baɪ ðoʊz hu kæn ˈjuz ðeɪr ˈɪnfluəns tu sɪˈkjʊr ðɪs θɪŋ fɔr mi, soʊ mʌʧ ðə ˈbɛtər.

"O peter, you know it matters."

oʊ ˈpitər, ju noʊ ɪt ˈmætərz.

When she expressed a doubtful hope that Tinker Bell would be glad to see her he said, "Who is Tinker Bell?"

wɛn ʃi ɪksˈprɛst ə ˈdaʊtfl hoʊp ðət ˈtɪŋkər bɛl wʊd bi ɡlæd tu si hɝ hi sɛd, "hu ɪz ˈtɪŋkər bɛl?"

"I expect she is no more."

aɪ ɪkˈspɛkt ʃiː ɪz noʊ mɔːr

Middling indeed!

ˈmɪd.lɪŋ ɪn.ˈdid

"All other pleasures are not worth its pains:"

ɔːl ˈʌðər ˈplɛʒərz ɑːr nɑt wɜrθ ɪts peɪnz

Behold there in the wood the fine madman!

bɪˈhoʊld ðɛr ɪn ðə wʊd ðə faɪn ˈmæd.mæn

He is a palace of sweet sounds and sights; he dilates; he is twice a man; he walks with arms akimbo; he soliloquizes; he accosts the grass and the trees; he feels the blood of the violet, the clover and the lily in his veins; and he talks with the brook that wets his foot.

hi ɪz ə ˈpæləs əv swit saʊndz ænd saɪts; hi ˈdaɪˌleɪts; hi ɪz twaɪs ə mæn; hi wɔks wɪð ɑrmz əˈkɪmboʊ; hi ˈsɑləˌkwaɪzɪz; hi əˈkɑsts ðə ɡræs ænd ðə triz; hi filz ðə blʌd əv ðə ˈvaɪələt, ðə ˈkloʊvər ænd ðə ˈlɪli ɪn hɪz veɪnz; ænd hi tɔks wɪð ðə brʊk ðæt wɛts hɪz fʊt.

The like force has the passion over all his nature.

ðə laɪk fɔrs hæz ðə ˈpæʃən ˈoʊvɚ ɔl hɪz ˈneɪʧər

He does not longer appertain to his family and society; he is somewhat; he is a person; he is a soul.

hi dəz nɑt ˈlɔŋər əˈpɑrˌteɪn tə hɪz ˈfæməli ænd səˈsaɪəti; hi ɪz ˈsʌmˌwʌt; hi ɪz ə ˈpɜrsən; hi ɪz ə soʊl.

Then first it ceases to be a stone.

ðɛn fɝst ɪt ˈsisɪz tu bi ə stoʊn.

Hence arose the saying, "If I love you, what is that to you?" We say so because we feel that what we love is not in your will, but above it.

hɛns əˈroʊz ðə ˈseɪɪŋ, "ɪf aɪ lʌv ju, wɑt ɪz ðæt tu ju?" wi seɪ soʊ bɪˈkɑz wi fil ðæt wɑt wi lʌv ɪz nɑt ɪn jɔr wɪl, bət əˈbʌv ɪt.

It is not you, but your radiance.

ɪt ɪz nɑt ju, bət jɔr ˈreɪdiəns.

It is that which you know not in yourself and can never know.

ɪt ɪz ðæt wɪʧ ju noʊ ˈnɑt ɪn jɔrˈsɛlf ænd kæn ˈnɛvɚ noʊ.

Neighborhood, size, numbers, habits, persons, lose by degrees their power over us. Cause and effect, real affinities, the longing for harmony between the soul and the circumstance, the progressive, idealizing instinct, predominate later, and the step backward from the higher to the lower relations is impossible.

ˈnibərˌhʊd, saɪz, ˈnʌm.bɚz, ˈhæ.bɪts, ˈpɝ.sənz, luz baɪ dəˈɡɹiz ðɛɚ ˈpaʊɚ ˈoʊ.vɚ ʌs. kɔz ænd ɪˈfɛkt, ɹiəl əˈfɪnətiz, ðə ˈlɔŋɪŋ fɔɹ ˈhɑɹ.mə.ni bɪˈtwin ðə soʊl ænd ðə ˈsɝ.kəmˌstæns, ðə prəˈɡɹɛs.ɪv, aɪˈdiə.laɪz.ɪŋ ˈɪn.stɪŋkt, ˈpɹiː.dɑ.məˌneɪt ˈleɪ.tɚ, ænd ðə stɛp ˈbak.wəɹd frɑm ðə ˈhaɪ.ɚ tu ðə ˈloʊ.əɹ ɹɪˈleɪ.ʃənz ɪz ɪmˈpɑs.ə.bəl.

Hence arise surprise, expostulation and pain.

hɛns əˈraɪz sərˈpraɪz ɪkˌspɑstʃəˈleɪʃən ænd peɪn

"The person love does to us fit, Like manna, has the taste of all in it."

ðə ˈpɝsən ˈlʌv ˈdʌz tu ʌs fɪt, laɪk ˈmænə, hæz ðə teɪst əv ɔl ɪn ɪt.

The angels that inhabit this temple of the body appear at the windows, and the gnomes and vices also.

ðə ˈeɪnʤəlz ðæt ɪnˈhæbɪt ðɪs ˈtɛmpəl əv ðə ˈbɑdi əˈpɪr æt ðə ˈwɪndoʊz, ænd ðə ɡnoʊmz ænd ˈvaɪsɪz ˈɔlsoʊ.

We are by nature observers, and thereby learners.

wi ɑr baɪ ˈneɪʧər əbˈzɜrvərz, ænd ˈðɛrbi ˈlɜrnərz.

That is our permanent state.

ðæt ɪz aʊər ˈpɜrmənənt steɪt.

CHAPTER nine

ˈtʃæptər naɪn

Kara folded the letter and inserted it in its envelope.

ˈkɛrə ˈfoʊldɪd ðə ˈlɛtər ænd ɪnˈsɜrtɪd ɪt ɪn ɪts ˈɛnvəˌloʊp

He rang a bell on his table and the girl who had so filled t x with a sense of awe came from an adjoining room.

hiː ræŋ ə bɛl ɒn hɪz ˈteɪbəl ænd ðə ɡɜːl huː hæd soʊ fɪld tʃɛks wɪð ə sɛns ɒv ɔː keɪm frʌm ən əˈdʒɔɪnɪŋ ruːm.

"You will see that this is delivered, Miss Holland."

ju wɪl siː ðæt ðɪs ɪz dɪˈlɪvərd, mɪs ˈhɑlənd.

"For example-I want something-I cannot obtain that something through the ordinary channel or by the employment of ordinary means.

fɔr ɪɡˈzæmpəl-aɪ wɑnt ˈsʌmθɪŋ-aɪ ˈkænɑt əbˈteɪn ðæt ˈsʌmθɪŋ θruː ðə ˈɔrdəˌnɛri ˈʧænəl ɔr baɪ ðə ɪmˈplɔɪmənt əv ˈɔrdəˌnɛri minz

If I can obtain it by any merit I possess, I utilize that merit, providing always, that I can secure my object in the time, otherwise-"

ɪf aɪ kæn əbˈteɪn ɪt baɪ ˈɛni ˈmɛrɪt aɪ pəˈzɛs, aɪ ˈjuːtəˌlaɪz ðæt ˈmɛrɪt, prəˈvaɪdɪŋ ˈɔːlˌweɪz, ðæt aɪ kæn sɪˈkjʊr maɪ ˈɑːbdʒɪkt ɪn ðə taɪm, ˈʌðərˌwaɪz-

"I see," she said, nodding her head quickly.

aɪ siː, ʃiː sɛd, ˈnɑdɪŋ hɜːr hɛd ˈkwɪkli.

"I suppose that is how blackmailers feel."

aɪ səˈpoʊz ðæt ɪz haʊ ˈbmeɪlˌmælərz ˈfil