text_original: The lady started as she gazed at me, and her tired eyes widened. She clutched Mr. Riddle's arm. "Harry!" she cried, "Harry, he puts me in mind of  of some one  I cannot think."
text_transcription: THE LADY STARTED AS SHE GAZED AT ME AND HER TIRED EYES WIDENED SHE CLUTCHED MISTER RIDDLE'S ARM HARRY SHE CRIED HARRY HE PUTS ME IN MIND OF OF SOME ONE I CANNOT THINK
phonemes: ðə lˈeɪdi stˈɑːɹɾᵻd æz ʃiː ɡˈeɪzd æt mˌiː, ænd hɜː tˈaɪɚd ˈaɪz wˈaɪdənd. ʃiː klˈʌtʃt mˈɪstɚ. ɹˈɪdəlz ˈɑːɹm. "hˈæɹi!" ʃiː kɹˈaɪd, "hˈæɹi, hiː pˌʊts mˌiː ɪn mˈaɪnd ʌv ʌv sˈʌmwʌn aɪ kænˈɑːt θˈɪŋk."