text_original: I followed your trail down the drive and to the cross roads  " "It was not ingratitude, Nick," I said; "you were all I had in the world." And then I faltered, the sadness of that far off time coming over me in a flood, and the remembrance of his generous sorrow for me.
text_transcription: I FOLLOWED YOUR TRAIL DOWN THE DRIVE AND TO THE CROSS ROADS IT WAS NOT INGRATITUDE NICK I SAID AND YOU WERE ALL I HAD IN THE WORLD AND THEN I FALTERED THE SADNESS OF THAT FAR OFF TIME COMING OVER ME IN A FLOOD AND THE REMEMBRANCE OF HIS GENEROUS SORROW FOR ME
phonemes: aɪ fˈɑːloʊd jʊɹ tɹˈeɪl dˌaʊn ðə dɹˈaɪv ænd tə ðə kɹˈɔs ɹˈoʊdz  " "ɪt wʌz nˌɑːt ɪŋɡɹˈæɾɪtˌuːd, nˈɪk," aɪ sˈɛd; "juː wɜːɹ ˈɔːl aɪ hæd ɪnðə wˈɜːld." ænd ðˈɛn aɪ fˈɔltɚd, ðə sˈædnəs ʌv ðæt fˈɑːɹ ˈɔf tˈaɪm kˈʌmɪŋ ˌoʊvɚ mˌiː ɪn ɐ flˈʌd, ænd ðə ɹᵻmˈɛmbɹəns ʌv hɪz dʒˈɛnɚɹəs sˈɑːɹoʊ fɔːɹ mˌiː.