text_original: And to this day I tremble with anger as I think of them. The scene comes before me: the sky, the darkened portico, and Nicholas running after his mother crying: "Oh, mamma, how could you! How could you!" Mr. Mason bent over me in compassion, and smoothed my hair. "David," said he, in a thick voice, "you are a brave boy, David. You will need all your courage now, my son. May God keep your nature sweet!"
text_transcription: AND TO THIS DAY I TREMBLE WITH ANGER AS I THINK OF THEM THE SCENE COMES BEFORE ME THE SKY THE DARKENED PORTICO AND NICHOLAS RUNNING AFTER HIS MOTHER CRYING OH MAMMA HOW COULD YOU HOW COULD YOU MISTER MASON BENT OVER ME IN COMPASSION AND SMOOTHED MY HAIR DAVID SAID HE IN A THICK VOICE YOU'RE A BRAVE BOY DAVID YOU WILL NEED ALL YOUR COURAGE NOW MY SON MAY GOD KEEP YOUR NATURE SWEET
phonemes: ænd tə ðɪs dˈeɪ aɪ tɹˈɛmbəl wɪð ˈæŋɡɚɹ æz aɪ θˈɪŋk ʌv ðˌɛm. ðə sˈiːn kˈʌmz bᵻfˈɔːɹ mˌiː: ðə skˈaɪ, ðə dˈɑːɹkənd pˈɔːɹɾɪkˌoʊ, ænd nˈɪkələs ɹˈʌnɪŋ ˈæftɚ hɪz mˈʌðɚ kɹˈaɪɪŋ: "ˈoʊ, mˈæmə, hˌaʊ kˈʊd juː! hˌaʊ kˈʊd juː!" mˈɪstɚ. mˈeɪsən bˈɛnt ˌoʊvɚ mˌiː ɪn kəmpˈæʃən, ænd smˈuːðd maɪ hˈɛɹ. "dˈeɪvɪd," sˈɛd hiː, ɪn ɐ θˈɪk vˈɔɪs, "juː ɑːɹ ɐ bɹˈeɪv bˈɔɪ, dˈeɪvɪd. juː wɪl nˈiːd ˈɔːl jʊɹ kˈɜːɹɪdʒ nˈaʊ, maɪ sˈʌn. mˈeɪ ɡˈɑːd kˈiːp jʊɹ nˈeɪtʃɚ swˈiːt!"