text_original: "What was my father to you?" she cried, passionately. "You can afford to forget him. He was all the world to me ! " But it was not in Eleanor's nature to be long ungrateful for the tenderness and compassion of 160 those who were so patient with her in this dark hour of her young life.
text_transcription: WHAT WAS MY FATHER TO YOU SHE CRIED PASSIONATELY YOU CAN AFFORD TO FORGET HIM HE WAS ALL THE WORLD TO ME BUT IT WAS NOT IN ELEANOR'S NATURE TO BE LONG UNGRATEFUL FOR THE TENDERNESS AND COMPASSION OF THOSE WHO WERE SO PATIENT WITH HER IN THIS DARK HOUR OF HER YOUNG LIFE
phonemes: "wˌʌt wʌz maɪ fˈɑːðɚ tə juː?" ʃiː kɹˈaɪd, pˈæʃənətli. "juː kæn ɐfˈɔːɹd tə fɚɡˈɛt hˌɪm. hiː wʌz ˈɔːl ðə wˈɜːld tə mˌiː ! " bˌʌt ɪt wʌz nˌɑːt ɪn ᵻlˈiːnɚz nˈeɪtʃɚ təbi lˈɔŋ ʌŋɡɹˈeɪtfəl fɚðə tˈɛndɚnəs ænd kəmpˈæʃən ʌv wˈʌnhˈʌndɹɪd sˈɪksti ðoʊz hˌuː wɜː sˌoʊ pˈeɪʃənt wɪð hɜːɹ ɪn ðɪs dˈɑːɹk ˈaʊɚɹ ʌv hɜː jˈʌŋ lˈaɪf.