text_original: There was no suspicion of heroics, there was no railing at fate; the letters breathed but the one hope,  that her son might come again to that happiness of which she had robbed him.
text_transcription: THERE WAS NO SUSPICION OF HEROICS THERE WAS NO RAILING OF FATE LETTERS BREATHED BUT THE ONE HOPE THAT HER SON MIGHT COME AGAIN TO THAT HAPPINESS OF WHICH SHE HAD ROBBED HIM
phonemes: ðɛɹwˌʌz nˈoʊ səspˈɪʃən ʌv hɪɹˈoʊɪks, ðɛɹwˌʌz nˈoʊ ɹˈeɪlɪŋ æt fˈeɪt; ðə lˈɛɾɚz bɹˈiːðd bˌʌt ðə wˈʌn hˈoʊp,  ðæt hɜː sˈʌn mˌaɪt kˈʌm ɐɡˈɛn tə ðæt hˈæpɪnəs ʌvwˈɪtʃ ʃiː hæd ɹˈɑːbd hˌɪm.