text_original: I am ashamed of you, housefather, for not better loving your own niece." "Heaven knows how I love her," said Gottfried, as the sweet face was raised up to him with a look acquitting him of the charge, and he bent to smooth back the silken hair, and kiss the ivory brow; "but Heaven also knows that I see no means of withholding her from one whose claim is closer than my own—none save one; and to that even thou, housemother, wouldst not have me resort." "What is it?" asked the dame, sharply, yet with some fear.
text_transcription: I AM ASHAMED OF YOU HOUSE FATHER FOR NOT BETTER LOVING YOUR OWN NIECE HEAVEN KNOWS HOW I LOVE HER SAID GODFRIED AS THE SWEET FACE WAS RAISED UP TO HIM WITH THE LOOK ACQUITTING HIM OF THE CHARGE AND HE BENT TO SMOOTH BACK THE SILKEN HAIR AND KISS THE IVORY BROW BUT HEAVEN ALSO KNOWS THAT I SEE NO MEANS OF WITHHOLDING HER FROM ONE WHOSE CLAIM IS CLOSER THAN MY OWN NONE SAVE ONE AND TO THAT EVEN THOU HOUSE MOTHER WOULDST NOT HAVE ME RESORT WHAT IS IT ASKED THE DAME SHARPLY YET WITH SOME FEAR
phonemes: aɪɐm ɐʃˈeɪmd ʌv juː, hˈaʊsfɑːðɚ, fɔːɹ nˌɑːt bˈɛɾɚ lˈʌvɪŋ jʊɹ ˈoʊn nˈiːs." "hˈɛvən nˈoʊz hˌaʊ aɪ lˈʌv hɜː," sˈɛd ɡˈɑːtfɹid, æz ðə swˈiːt fˈeɪs wʌz ɹˈeɪzd ˌʌp tə hˌɪm wɪð ɐ lˈʊk ɐkwˈɪɾɪŋ hˌɪm ʌvðə tʃˈɑːɹdʒ, ænd hiː bˈɛnt tə smˈuːð bˈæk ðə sˈɪlkən hˈɛɹ, ænd kˈɪs ðɪ ˈaɪvɚɹi bɹˈaʊ; "bˌʌt hˈɛvən ˈɔːlsoʊ nˈoʊz ðæt aɪ sˈiː nˈoʊ mˈiːnz ʌv wɪðhˈoʊldɪŋ hɜː fɹʌm wˈʌn hˌuːz klˈeɪm ɪz klˈoʊsɚ ðɐn maɪ ˈoʊn—nˈʌn sˈeɪv wˌʌn; ænd tə ðæt ˈiːvən ðˈaʊ, hˈaʊsmʌðɚ, wʊdst nˌɑːɾɐv mˌiː ɹᵻzˈɔːɹt." "wˌʌt ɪz ɪt?" ˈæskt ðə dˈeɪm, ʃˈɑːɹpli, jˈɛt wɪð sˌʌm fˈɪɹ.