text_original: In spite of his efforts the feeling of faintness passed, and, taking his hand, she stroked it gratefully. "What is to be done now, Horace?" "Done!" cried the Squire. "Good God! how should I know? Here you are in this state, all because of that d   d fellow Bellew and his d   d wife! What you want is some dinner." So saying, he put his arm around her, and half leading, half carrying, took her to her room.
text_transcription: IN SPITE OF HIS EFFORTS THE FEELING OF FAINTNESS PASSED AND TAKING HIS HAND SHE STROKED IT GRATEFULLY WHAT IS TO BE DONE NOW HORACE DONE CRIED THE SQUIRE GOOD GOD HOW SHOULD I KNOW HERE YOU ARE IN THIS STATE ALL BECAUSE OF THAT DAMN FELLOW BALLOO AND HIS DAMNED WIFE WHAT YOU WANT IS SOME DINNER SO SAYING HE PUT HIS ARM AROUND HER AND HALF LEADING HALF CARRYING TOOK HER TO HER ROOM
phonemes: ɪn spˈaɪt ʌv hɪz ˈɛfɚts ðə fˈiːlɪŋ ʌv fˈeɪntnəs pˈæst, ænd, tˈeɪkɪŋ hɪz hˈænd, ʃiː stɹˈoʊkt ɪt ɡɹˈeɪtfəli. "wˌʌt ɪz təbi dˈʌn nˈaʊ, hˈɔːɹəs?" "dˈʌn!" kɹˈaɪd ðə skwˈaɪɚ. "ɡˈʊd ɡˈɑːd! hˌaʊ ʃˌʊd aɪ nˈoʊ? hˈɪɹ juː ɑːɹ ɪn ðɪs stˈeɪt, ˈɔːl bɪkˈʌz ʌv ðæt dˈiː dˈiː fˈɛloʊ bˈɛluː ænd hɪz dˈiː dˈiː wˈaɪf! wˌʌt juː wˈɔnt ɪz sˌʌm dˈɪnɚ." sˌoʊ sˈeɪɪŋ, hiː pˌʊt hɪz ˈɑːɹm ɚɹˈaʊnd hɜː, ænd hˈæf lˈiːdɪŋ, hˈæf kˈæɹiɪŋ, tˈʊk hɜː tə hɜː ɹˈuːm.