text_original: "I will go to her, Madame!" he said, springing to his feet. "I will go to her. I  I was wrong." She rose, too, he still clinging to her hand, she still unresisting. His eye fell upon me. "Where is my hat, Davy?" he asked.
text_transcription: I WILL GO TO HER MADAM HE SAID SPRINGING TO HIS FEET I WILL GO TO HER I I WAS WRONG SHE ROSE TOO HE STILL CLINGING TO HER HAND SHE STILL UNRESISTING HIS EYE FELL UPON ME WHERE'S MY HAT DAVY HE ASKED
phonemes: "aɪ wɪl ɡˈoʊ tə hɜː, mˈædəm!" hiː sˈɛd, spɹˈɪŋɪŋ tə hɪz fˈiːt. "aɪ wɪl ɡˈoʊ tə hɜː. aɪ aɪ wʌz ɹˈɔŋ." ʃiː ɹˈoʊz, tˈuː, hiː stˈɪl klˈɪŋɪŋ tə hɜː hˈænd, ʃiː stˈɪl ˌʌnɹᵻzˈɪstɪŋ. hɪz ˈaɪ fˈɛl əpˌɑːn mˌiː. "wˌɛɹ ɪz maɪ hˈæt, dˈeɪvi?" hiː ˈæskt.