text_original: This was Launcelot Darrell, then, the long absent son, whose portrait hung above the mantel  piece in the dining room, whose memory was so tenderly cherished, every token of whose former presence was so carefully preserved.
text_transcription: THIS WAS LAUNCELOT DARRELL THEN THE LONG ABSENT SON WHOSE PORTRAIT HUNG ABOVE THE MANTELPIECE IN THE DINING ROOM WHOSE MEMORY WAS SO TENDERLY CHERISHED EVERY TOKEN OF WHOSE FORMER PRESENCE WAS SO CAREFULLY PRESERVED
phonemes: ðɪs wʌz lˈɔːnsɪlˌɑːt dˈæɹəl, ðˈɛn, ðə lˈɔŋ ˈæbsənt sˈʌn, hˌuːz pˈɔːɹtɹɪt hˈʌŋ əbˌʌv ðə mˈæntəl pˈiːs ɪnðə dˈaɪnɪŋ ɹˈuːm, hˌuːz mˈɛmɚɹi wʌz sˌoʊ tˈɛndɚli tʃˈɛɹɪʃt, ˈɛvɹi tˈoʊkən ʌv hˌuːz fˈɔːɹmɚ pɹˈɛzəns wʌz sˌoʊ kˈɛɹfəli pɹɪzˈɜːvd.