text_original: " Yes," she cried, " you thought that I had for  gotten, because I was not always talking of that 990 man who caused my father's death. You thought my sorrow for my father was only childish grief, that was to be forgotten when I turned my back upon the country where he lies in his abandoned grave — his unconsecrated grave
text_transcription: YES SHE CRIED YOU THOUGHT THAT I HAD FORGOTTEN BECAUSE I WAS NOT ALWAYS TALKING OF THAT MAN WHO CAUSED MY FATHER'S DEATH YOU THOUGHT MY SORROW FOR MY FATHER WAS ONLY CHILDISH GRIEF THAT WAS TO BE FORGOTTEN WHEN I TURNED MY BACK UPON THE COUNTRY WHERE HE LIES IN HIS ABANDONED GRAVE HIS UNCONSECRATED GRAVE
phonemes: " jˈɛs," ʃiː kɹˈaɪd, " juː θˈɔːt ðæt aɪ hæd fɔːɹ ɡˈɑːʔn̩, bɪkˈʌz aɪ wʌz nˌɑːt ˈɔːlweɪz tˈɔːkɪŋ ʌv ðæt nˈaɪnhˈʌndɹɪd nˈaɪnti mˈæn hˌuː kˈɔːzd maɪ fˈɑːðɚz dˈɛθ. juː θˈɔːt maɪ sˈɑːɹoʊ fɔːɹ maɪ fˈɑːðɚ wʌz ˈoʊnli tʃˈaɪldɪʃ ɡɹˈiːf, ðæt wʌz təbi fɚɡˈɑːʔn̩ wɛn aɪ tˈɜːnd maɪ bˈæk əpˌɑːn ðə kˈʌntɹi wˌɛɹ hiː lˈaɪz ɪn hɪz ɐbˈændənd ɡɹˈeɪv — hɪz ʌŋkˈɑːnsɪkɹˌeɪɾᵻd ɡɹˈeɪv