text_original: " How good you are to me," she cried some  times, " and what a wretch I am to think so little of your goodness. But you don't know how I loved my father. You don't know — you don't know. I was to have worked for him ; I was to have worked for him by and by, and we were to have led such a happy life together."
text_transcription: HOW GOOD YOU ARE TO ME SHE CRIED SOMETIMES AND WHAT A WRETCH I AM TO THINK SO LITTLE OF YOUR GOODNESS BUT YOU DON'T KNOW HOW I LOVE MY FATHER YOU DON'T KNOW YOU DON'T KNOW I WAS TO HAVE WORKED FOR HIM I WAS TO HAVE WORKED FOR HIM BY AND BY AND WE WERE TO HAVE LED SUCH A HAPPY LIFE TOGETHER
phonemes: " hˌaʊ ɡˈʊd juː ɑːɹ tə mˌiː," ʃiː kɹˈaɪd sˌʌm tˈaɪmz, " ænd wʌt ɐ ɹˈɛtʃ aɪɐm tə θˈɪŋk sˌoʊ lˈɪɾəl ʌv jʊɹ ɡˈʊdnəs. bˌʌt juː dˈoʊnt nˈoʊ hˌaʊ aɪ lˈʌvd maɪ fˈɑːðɚ. juː dˈoʊnt nˈoʊ — juː dˈoʊnt nˈoʊ. aɪ wʌz tə hæv wˈɜːkt fɔːɹ hˌɪm ; aɪ wʌz tə hæv wˈɜːkt fɔːɹ hˌɪm baɪ ænd bˈaɪ, ænd wiː wɜː tə hæv lˈɛd sˈʌtʃ ɐ hˈæpi lˈaɪf təɡˈɛðɚ."