text_original: Not if I have to leave the county  not if I    " But, as though he had imagined the most bitter fate of all, he stopped. Mrs. Pendyce, putting her hands on the lapels of his coat, stood with her head bent. The colour had gushed into her cheeks, her eyes were bright with tears. And there came from her in her emotion a warmth and fragrance, a charm, as though she were again young, like the portrait under which they stood.
text_transcription: NOT IF I HAVE TO LEAVE THE COUNTY NOT IF I BUT AS THOUGH HE HAD IMAGINED THE MOST BITTER FATE OF ALL HE STOPPED MISSUS PENDISE PUTTING HER HANDS ON THE LAPELS OF HIS COAT STOOD WITH HER HEAD BENT THE COLOR HAD GUSHED INTO HER CHEEKS HER EYES WERE BRIGHT WITH TEARS AND THERE CAME FROM HER IN HER EMOTION A WARMTH AND FRAGRANCE A CHARM AS THOUGH SHE WERE AGAIN YOUNG LIKE THE PORTRAIT UNDER WHICH THEY STOOD
phonemes: nˌɑːt ɪf aɪ hæv tə lˈiːv ðə kˈaʊnti nˌɑːt ɪf ˈaɪ    " bˌʌt, æz ðˌoʊ hiː hæd ɪmˈædʒɪnd ðə mˈoʊst bˈɪɾɚ fˈeɪt ʌv ˈɔːl, hiː stˈɑːpt. mˈɪsɪz. pˈɛndaɪs, pˈʊɾɪŋ hɜː hˈændz ɔnðə lɐpˈɛlz ʌv hɪz kˈoʊt, stˈʊd wɪð hɜː hˈɛd bˈɛnt. ðə kˈʌlɚ hæd ɡˈʌʃt ˌɪntʊ hɜː tʃˈiːks, hɜːɹ ˈaɪz wɜː bɹˈaɪt wɪð tˈɪɹz. ænd ðɛɹ kˈeɪm fɹʌm hɜːɹ ɪn hɜːɹ ɪmˈoʊʃən ɐ wˈɔːɹmθ ænd fɹˈeɪɡɹəns, ɐ tʃˈɑːɹm, æz ðˌoʊ ʃiː wɜːɹ ɐɡˈɛn jˈʌŋ, lˈaɪk ðə pˈɔːɹtɹɪt ˌʌndɚ wˌɪtʃ ðeɪ stˈʊd.