text_original: "I will go, David," she said. Her voice was low and she spoke with a steadiness that alarmed me. "I will go." Torn with pity, I thought again, but I could see no alternative. And then, suddenly, she was clinging to me, her courage gone, her breast shaken with sobs.
text_transcription: I WILL GO DAVID SHE SAID HER VOICE WAS LOW AND SHE SPOKE WITH A STEADINESS THAT ALARMED ME I WILL GO TO PITY I THOUGHT AGAIN BUT I COULD SEE NO ALTERNATIVE THEN SUDDENLY SHE WAS CLINGING TO ME HER COURAGE GONE HER BREAST SHAKEN WITH SOBS
phonemes: "aɪ wɪl ɡˈoʊ, dˈeɪvɪd," ʃiː sˈɛd. hɜː vˈɔɪs wʌz lˈoʊ ænd ʃiː spˈoʊk wɪð ɐ stˈɛdinəs ðæt ɐlˈɑːɹmd mˌiː. "aɪ wɪl ɡˈoʊ." tˈɔːɹn wɪð pˈɪɾi, aɪ θˈɔːt ɐɡˈɛn, bˌʌt aɪ kʊd sˈiː nˈoʊ ɔːltˈɜːnətˌɪv. ænd ðˈɛn, sˈʌdənli, ʃiː wʌz klˈɪŋɪŋ tə mˌiː, hɜː kˈɜːɹɪdʒ ɡˈɔn, hɜː bɹˈɛst ʃˈeɪkən wɪð sˈɑːbz.