text_original: God Himself does not withhold forgiveness, Mr. Temple," said the Vicomtesse, gently. "Shall any of us presume to?" A spasm of pain crossed his face, and then his expression hardened. "I might have been a useful man," he said; "she ruined my life  " "And you will allow her to ruin the rest of it?" asked the Vicomtesse. He stared at her. "If you do not go to her and forgive her, you will remember it until you die," she said.
text_transcription: GOD HIMSELF DOES NOT WITHHOLD FORGIVENESS MISTER TEMPLE SAID THE VICOMTESSA GENTLY SHALL ANY OF US PRESUME TO A SPASM OF PAIN CROSSED HIS FACE AND THEN HIS EXPRESSION HARDENED I MIGHT HAVE BEEN A USEFUL MAN HE SAID SHE RUINED MY LIFE AND YOU WOULD ALLOW HER TO RUIN THE REST OF IT ASKED THE VICOMTESSA HE STARED AT HER IF YOU DO NOT GO TO HER AND FORGIVE HER YOU WILL REMEMBER IT UNTIL YOU DIE SHE SAID
phonemes: ɡˈɑːd hɪmsˈɛlf dʌznˌɑːt wɪðhˈoʊld fɚɡˈɪvnəs, mˈɪstɚ. tˈɛmpəl," sˈɛd ðə vˈɪkəmtˌɛs, dʒˈɛntli. "ʃˌæl ˌɛni ʌv ˌʌs pɹɪzˈuːm tuː?" ɐ spˈæzəm ʌv pˈeɪn kɹˈɔst hɪz fˈeɪs, ænd ðˈɛn hɪz ɛkspɹˈɛʃən hˈɑːɹdənd. "aɪ mˌaɪthɐv bˌɪn ɐ jˈuːsfəl mˈæn," hiː sˈɛd; "ʃiː ɹˈuːɪnd maɪ lˈaɪf  " "ænd juː wɪl ɐlˈaʊ hɜː tə ɹˈuːɪn ðə ɹˈɛst ʌv ɪt?" ˈæskt ðə vˈɪkəmtˌɛs. hiː stˈɛɹd æt hɜː. "ɪf juː duːnˌɑːt ɡˌoʊ tə hɜː ænd fɚɡˈɪv hɜː, juː wɪl ɹᵻmˈɛmbɚɹ ɪɾ ʌntˈɪl juː dˈaɪ," ʃiː sˈɛd.