text_original: "My poor child!" she murmured again and again. " My poor, poor child !" "But, dear Signora," Eleanor cried, wonder  ingly, ' ' how is it that you are here ? Why didn't Richard tell me that you were in Paris
text_transcription: MY POOR CHILD SHE MURMURED AGAIN AND AGAIN MY POOR POOR CHILD BUT DEAR SENORA ELINOR CRIED WONDERINGLY HOW IS IT THAT YOU ARE HERE WHY DIDN'T RICHARD TELL ME THAT YOU WERE IN PARIS
phonemes: "maɪ pˈʊɹ tʃˈaɪld!" ʃiː mˈɜːmɚd ɐɡˈɛn ænd ɐɡˈɛn. " maɪ pˈʊɹ, pˈʊɹ tʃˈaɪld !" "bˌʌt, dˈɪɹ sɪnjˈɔːɹə," ᵻlˈiːnɚ kɹˈaɪd, wˈʌndɚɹ ɪŋɡlˈaɪ, hˌaʊ ɪz ɪt ðæt juː ɑːɹ hˈɪɹ ? wˌaɪ dˈɪdnt ɹˈɪtʃɚd tˈɛl mˌiː ðæt juː wɜːɹ ɪn pˈæɹɪs