text_original: "To Paris?" I said, taking breath. "Yes. It is more than a year ago," he continued, seeming not to notice my emotion; "they went by way of New Orleans, in one of Chouteau's boats. Mrs. Clive seemed a woman with a great sorrow."
text_transcription: TO PARIS I SAID TAKING BREATH YES IT'S MORE THAN A YEAR AGO HE CONTINUED SEEMING NOT TO NOTICE MY EMOTION THEY WENT BY WAY OF NEW ORLEANS IN ONE OF CHATEAU'S BOATS MISSUS CLEEVE SEEMED A WOMAN WITH A GREAT SORROW
phonemes: "tə pˈæɹɪs?" aɪ sˈɛd, tˈeɪkɪŋ bɹˈɛθ. "jˈɛs. ɪɾ ɪz mˈɔːɹ ðˌænə jˈɪɹ ɐɡˈoʊ," hiː kəntˈɪnjuːd, sˈiːmɪŋ nˌɑːt tə nˈoʊɾɪs maɪ ɪmˈoʊʃən; "ðeɪ wɛnt baɪ wˈeɪ ʌv nˈuː ˈɔːɹliənz, ɪn wˈʌn ʌv tʃˈaʊɾoʊz bˈoʊts. mˈɪsɪz. klˈaɪv sˈiːmd ɐ wˈʊmən wɪð ɐ ɡɹˈeɪt sˈɑːɹoʊ."