text_original: My mother died six months afterwards, and I am glad to say that to the day of her death she never knew what happened. She was always under the delusion that Edward was earning an honest living in London, and I never had the heart to tell her the truth.
text_transcription: MY MOTHER DIED SIX MONTHS AFTERWARDS AND I AM GLAD TO SAY THAT TO THE DAY OF HER DEATH SHE NEVER KNEW WHAT HAPPENED SHE WAS ALWAYS UNDER THE DELUSION THAT EDWARD WAS EARNING AND ALMOST LIVING IN LONDON AND I NEVER HAD THE HEART TO TELL HER THE TRUTH
phonemes: maɪ mˈʌðɚ dˈaɪd sˈɪks mˈʌnθs ˈæftɚwɚdz, ænd aɪɐm ɡlˈæd tə sˈeɪ ðæt tə ðə dˈeɪ ʌv hɜː dˈɛθ ʃiː nˈɛvɚ nˈuː wʌt hˈæpənd. ʃiː wʌz ˈɔːlweɪz ˌʌndɚ ðə dᵻlˈuːʒən ðæt ˈɛdwɚd wʌz ˈɜːnɪŋ ɐn ˈɑːnɪst lˈɪvɪŋ ɪn lˈʌndən, ænd aɪ nˈɛvɚ hæd ðə hˈɑːɹt tə tˈɛl hɜː ðə tɹˈuːθ.