text_original: The pale face grew a shade whiter, and the trembling frame became suddenly rigid. " It is feared that he did ! " Eleanor Vane repeated. " It is not certain, then? " The Signora was silent. "Why don't you tell me the truth ? " cried the girl, passionately. " Do you think yon can make my misery less to me by dropping out your words one by one? Tell me the worst. What can there be worse than my father's death; his unhappy death ; killed by his own hand, his poor desperate hand?
text_transcription: THE PALE FACE GREW A SHADE WHITER AND THE TREMBLING FRAME BECAME SUDDENLY RIGID IT IS FEARED THAT HE DID ELEANOR VANE REPEATED IT IS NOT CERTAIN THEN THE SENORA WAS SILENT WHY DON'T YOU TELL ME THE TRUTH CRIED THE GIRL PASSIONATELY DO YOU THINK YOU CAN MAKE MY MISERY LESS TO ME BY DROPPING OUT YOUR WORDS ONE BY ONE TELL ME THE WORST WHAT CAN THERE BE WORSE THAN MY FATHER'S DEATH HIS UNHAPPY DEATH KILLED BY HIS OWN HAND HIS POOR DESPERATE HAND
phonemes: ðə pˈeɪl fˈeɪs ɡɹˈuː ɐ ʃˈeɪd wˈaɪɾɚ, ænd ðə tɹˈɛmblɪŋ fɹˈeɪm bɪkˌeɪm sˈʌdənli ɹˈɪdʒɪd. " ɪɾ ɪz fˈɪɹd ðæt hiː dˈɪd ! " ᵻlˈiːnɚ vˈeɪn ɹᵻpˈiːɾᵻd. " ɪɾ ɪz nˌɑːt sˈɜːʔn̩, ðˈɛn? " ðə sɪnjˈɔːɹə wʌz sˈaɪlənt. "wˌaɪ dˈoʊnt juː tˈɛl mˌiː ðə tɹˈuːθ ? " kɹˈaɪd ðə ɡˈɜːl, pˈæʃənətli. " dˈuː juː θˈɪŋk jˈɑːn kæn mˌeɪk maɪ mˈɪzɚɹi lˈɛs tə mˌiː baɪ dɹˈɑːpɪŋ ˈaʊt jʊɹ wˈɜːdz wˈʌn baɪ wˌʌn? tˈɛl mˌiː ðə wˈɜːst. wˌʌt kæn ðɛɹbˈiː wˈɜːs ðɐn maɪ fˈɑːðɚz dˈɛθ; hɪz ʌnhˈæpi dˈɛθ ; kˈɪld baɪ hɪz ˈoʊn hˈænd, hɪz pˈʊɹ dˈɛspɚɹət hˈænd?