text_original: The poor child's heart died within her as she perceived the mutual recognition between her uncle and the new comer; and, while Master Gottfried held out his hands with a cordial greeting of "Welcome, home, brother Hugh," she trembled from head to foot, as she sank on her knees, and murmured, "Your blessing, honoured father." "Ha? What, this is my girl?
text_transcription: THE POOR CHILD'S HEART DIED WITHIN HER AS SHE PERCEIVED THE MUTUAL RECOGNITION BETWEEN HER UNCLE AND THE NEWCOMER AND WHILE MASTER GODFREY HELD OUT HIS HANDS WITH A CORDIAL GREETING OF WELCOME HOME BROTHER HUGH SHE TREMBLED FROM HEAD TO FOOT AS SHE SANK ON HER KNEES AND MURMURED YOUR BLESSING HONORED FATHER HA WHAT THIS IS MY GIRL
phonemes: ðə pˈʊɹ tʃˈaɪldz hˈɑːɹt dˈaɪd wɪðˌɪn hɜːɹ æz ʃiː pɚsˈiːvd ðə mjˈuːtʃuːəl ɹˌɛkəɡnˈɪʃən bᵻtwˌiːn hɜːɹ ˈʌŋkəl ænd ðə nˈuː kˈʌmɚ; ænd, wˌaɪl mˈæstɚ ɡˈɑːtfɹid hˈɛld ˈaʊt hɪz hˈændz wɪð ɐ kˈɔːɹdʒəl ɡɹˈiːɾɪŋ ʌv "wˈɛlkʌm, hˈoʊm, bɹˈʌðɚ hjˈuː," ʃiː tɹˈɛmbəld fɹʌm hˈɛd tə fˈʊt, æz ʃiː sˈæŋk ˌɔn hɜː nˈiːz, ænd mˈɜːmɚd, "jʊɹ blˈɛsɪŋ, ˈɑːnɚd fˈɑːðɚ." "hˈɑː? wˌʌt, ðɪs ɪz maɪ ɡˈɜːl?