text_original: The widow looked sternly at this man who had dared to come to the gate at nightfall and to address the two girls under her charge. But her face changed as she looked at him, and a wild cry broke from her lips. "Launcelot, Launcelot, my son
text_transcription: THE WIDOW LOOKED STERNLY AT THIS MAN WHO HAD DARED TO COME TO THE GATE AT NIGHTFALL AND TO ADDRESS THE TWO GIRLS UNDER HER CHARGE BUT HER FACE CHANGED AS SHE LOOKED AT HIM AND A WILD CRY BROKE FROM HER LIPS LAUNCELOT LAUNCELOT MY SON
phonemes: ðə wˈɪdoʊ lˈʊkt stˈɜːnli æt ðɪs mˈæn hˌuː hæd dˈɛɹd tə kˈʌm tə ðə ɡˈeɪt æt nˈaɪtfɔːl ænd tʊ ɐdɹˈɛs ðə tˈuː ɡˈɜːlz ˌʌndɚ hɜː tʃˈɑːɹdʒ. bˌʌt hɜː fˈeɪs tʃˈeɪndʒd æz ʃiː lˈʊkt æt hˌɪm, ænd ɐ wˈaɪld kɹˈaɪ bɹˈoʊk fɹʌm hɜː lˈɪps. "lˈɔːnsɪlˌɑːt, lˈɔːnsɪlˌɑːt, maɪ sˈʌn