text_original: He had done it in spite of himself, he recalled. And he could see her now, her face flushed, her eyes big and dark with pity, her hands suddenly and unconsciously pressed to her bosom as she rehearsed the story of a lost child  one she had found wandering in the streets of Brussels  a refugee child of whom no one knew the name  too little to know it himself, but not too little to cry, "Mamma! Mamma!"
text_transcription: HE HAD DONE IT IN SPITE OF HIMSELF HE RECALLED AND HE COULD SEE HER NOW HER FACE FLUSHED HER EYES BIG AND DARK WITH PITY HER HAND SUDDENLY AND UNCONSCIOUSLY PRESSED TO HER BOSOM AS SHE REHEARSED THE STORY OF A LOST CHILD ONE SHE HAD FOUND WANDERING IN THE STREETS OF BRUSSELS A REFUGEE CHILD OF WHOM NO ONE KNEW THE NAME TOO LITTLE TO KNOW HIMSELF BUT NOT TOO LITTLE TO CRY MAMMA MAMMA
phonemes: hiː hæd dˈʌn ɪɾ ɪn spˈaɪt ʌv hɪmsˈɛlf, hiː ɹᵻkˈɔːld. ænd hiː kʊd sˈiː hɜː nˈaʊ, hɜː fˈeɪs flˈʌʃt, hɜːɹ ˈaɪz bˈɪɡ ænd dˈɑːɹk wɪð pˈɪɾi, hɜː hˈændz sˈʌdənli ænd ʌŋkˈɑːnʃəsli pɹˈɛst tə hɜː bˈʊzəm æz ʃiː ɹᵻhˈɜːst ðə stˈɔːɹi əvə lˈɔst tʃˈaɪld wˈʌn ʃiː hæd fˈaʊnd wˈɔndɚɹɪŋ ɪnðə stɹˈiːts ʌv bɹˈʌsəlz ɐ ɹˈɛfjuːdʒˌiː tʃˈaɪld ʌv hˈuːm nˈoʊwˈʌn nˈuː ðə nˈeɪm tˈuː lˈɪɾəl tə nˈoʊ ɪt hɪmsˈɛlf, bˌʌt nˌɑːt tˈuː lˈɪɾəl tə kɹˈaɪ, "mˈæmə! mˈæmə!"