text_original: Signora Picirillo knelt down beside her, and tried to clasp her in her arms. 172 Eleanor's victory. " My dear, my dear ! " she pleaded ; " remem  ber how this letter was written — remember the state of your father's mind — " "I remember nothing," answered Eleanor Vane, " except that my father tells me to revenge his murder.
text_transcription: SENORA PICCERILLO KNELT DOWN BESIDE HER AND TRIED TO CLASP HER IN HER ARMS MY DEAR MY DEAR SHE PLEADED REMEMBER HOW THIS LETTER WAS WRITTEN REMEMBER THE STATE OF YOUR FATHER'S MIND I REMEMBER NOTHING ANSWERED ELEANOR VANE EXCEPT THAT MY FATHER TELLS ME TO REVENGE HIS MURDER
phonemes: sɪnjˈɔːɹə pˌɪsɪɹˈɪloʊ nˈɛlt dˌaʊn bᵻsˈaɪd hɜː, ænd tɹˈaɪd tə klˈæsp hɜːɹ ɪn hɜːɹ ˈɑːɹmz. wˈʌnhˈʌndɹɪd sˈɛvənti tˈuː ᵻlˈiːnɚz vˈɪktɚɹi. " maɪ dˈɪɹ, maɪ dˈɪɹ ! " ʃiː plˈiːdᵻd ; " ɹᵻmˈɛm bˈɜː hˌaʊ ðɪs lˈɛɾɚ wʌz ɹˈɪʔn̩ — ɹᵻmˈɛmbɚ ðə stˈeɪt ʌv jʊɹ fˈɑːðɚz mˈaɪnd — " "aɪ ɹᵻmˈɛmbɚ nˈʌθɪŋ," ˈænsɚd ᵻlˈiːnɚ vˈeɪn, " ɛksˈɛpt ðæt maɪ fˈɑːðɚ tˈɛlz mˌiː tə ɹᵻvˈɛndʒ hɪz mˈɜːdɚ.