text_original: Tire of her son? She looked at Mrs. Bellew, on whose face was a kind of inquisitive compassion, with eyes that had never before held hatred. "You have tired of him? You have given him up? Then the sooner I go to him the better!
text_transcription: TIRE OF HER SON SHE LOOKED AT MISSUS BALLOON ON WHOSE FACE WAS A KIND OF INQUISITIVE COMPASSION WITH EYES THAT HAD NEVER BEFORE HELD HATRED YOU HAVE TIRED OF HIM YOU'VE GIVEN HIM UP THEN THE SOONER I GO TO HIM THE BETTER
phonemes: tˈaɪɚɹ ʌv hɜː sˈʌn? ʃiː lˈʊkt æt mˈɪsɪz. bˈɛluː, ˌɔn hˌuːz fˈeɪs wʌzɐ kˈaɪnd ʌv ɪŋkwˈɪzᵻtˌɪv kəmpˈæʃən, wɪð ˈaɪz ðæt hæd nˈɛvɚ bᵻfˌɔːɹ hˈɛld hˈeɪtɹɪd. "juː hæv tˈaɪɚd ʌv hˌɪm? juː hæv ɡˈɪvən hˌɪm ˈʌp? ðˈɛn ðə sˈuːnɚɹ aɪ ɡˌoʊ tə hˌɪm ðə bˈɛɾɚ!