text_original: They were pitiless wretches, who had no compassion upon the poor old man who trusted them and believed in their honour. Are you going to defend them, Signora Picirillo ? " " Defend them, Eleanor ? no : they were bad men, I have no doubt. But, my darling child, vou must not besrin life with hatred and ven  geance in your heart." 182 ELEANORS VICTORY. "Not hate the man who caused my father's death ? " cried Eleanor Vane. " Do you think I shall ever cease to hate him, Signora
text_transcription: THEY WERE PITILESS WRETCHES WHO HAD NO COMPASSION UPON THE POOR OLD MAN WHO TRUSTED THEM AND BELIEVED IN THEIR HONOR ARE YOU GOING TO DEFEND THEM SENORA PICCORILLO DEFEND THEM ELEANOR NO THEY WERE BAD MEN I HAVE NO DOUBT BUT MY DARLING CHILD YOU MUST NOT BEGIN LIFE WITH HATRED AND VENGEANCE IN YOUR HEART NOT HATE THE MAN WHO CAUSED MY FATHER'S DEATH CRIED ELEANOR VAIN DO YOU THINK I SHALL EVER CEASE TO HATE HIM SENORA
phonemes: ðeɪ wɜː pˈɪɾiləs ɹˈɛtʃᵻz, hˌuː hæd nˈoʊ kəmpˈæʃən əpˌɑːn ðə pˈʊɹ ˈoʊld mˈæn hˌuː tɹˈʌstᵻd ðˌɛm ænd bᵻlˈiːvd ɪn ðɛɹ ˈɑːnɚ. ɑːɹ juː ɡˌoʊɪŋ tə dᵻfˈɛnd ðˌɛm, sɪnjˈɔːɹə pˌɪsɪɹˈɪloʊ ? " " dᵻfˈɛnd ðˌɛm, ᵻlˈiːnɚ ? nˈoʊ : ðeɪ wɜː bˈæd mˈɛn, aɪ hæv nˈoʊ dˈaʊt. bˌʌt, maɪ dˈɑːɹlɪŋ tʃˈaɪld, vˈuː mˈʌst nˌɑːt bᵻsɹˈɪn lˈaɪf wɪð hˈeɪtɹɪd ænd vˈɛn dʒˈiːns ɪn jʊɹ hˈɑːɹt." wˈʌnhˈʌndɹɪd ˈeɪɾi tˈuː ᵻlˈiːnɚz vˈɪktɚɹi. "nˌɑːt hˈeɪt ðə mˈæn hˌuː kˈɔːzd maɪ fˈɑːðɚz dˈɛθ ? " kɹˈaɪd ᵻlˈiːnɚ vˈeɪn. " dˈuː juː θˈɪŋk aɪʃˌɐl ˈɛvɚ sˈiːs tə hˈeɪt hˌɪm, sɪnjˈɔːɹə