text_original: This was the only clue to the secret of his death which George Yane had left behind him. Eleanor Yane folded the crumpled scrap of paper, and put it tenderly in her bosom. Then, falling on her knees, she clasped her hands, and lifted them towards the low ceiling of the little chamber.
text_transcription: THIS WAS THE ONLY CLUE TO THE SECRET OF HIS DEATH WHICH GEORGE VANE HAD LEFT BEHIND HIM ELINOR VANE FOLDED THE CRUMPLED SCRAP OF PAPER AND PUT IT TENDERLY IN HER BOSOM THEN FALLING ON HER KNEES SHE CLASPED HER HANDS AND LIFTED THEM TOWARDS THE LOW CEILING OF THE LITTLE CHAMBER
phonemes: ðɪs wʌzðɪ ˈoʊnli klˈuː tə ðə sˈiːkɹᵻt ʌv hɪz dˈɛθ wˌɪtʃ dʒˈɔːɹdʒ jˈeɪn hæd lˈɛft bᵻhˈaɪnd hˌɪm. ᵻlˈiːnɚ jˈeɪn fˈoʊldᵻd ðə kɹˈʌmpəld skɹˈæp ʌv pˈeɪpɚ, ænd pˌʊt ɪt tˈɛndɚli ɪn hɜː bˈʊzəm. ðˈɛn, fˈɔːlɪŋ ˌɔn hɜː nˈiːz, ʃiː klˈæspt hɜː hˈændz, ænd lˈɪftᵻd ðˌɛm təwˈɔːɹdz ðə lˈoʊ sˈiːlɪŋ ʌvðə lˈɪɾəl tʃˈeɪmbɚ.