text_original: "I am not angry with you, my darling, I was only hurt, I was only hurt. My children have never known me, UPON THE THRESHOLD OF A GREAT SORROW, to Eleanor, they have never known me. Come, my dear." Mr. Vane put aside his tragic air, and plunged into the Rue St. Honore, where he called for a packet of gloves that had been cleaned for him.
text_transcription: I AM NOT ANGRY WITH YOU MY DARLING I WAS ONLY HURT I WAS ONLY HURT MY CHILDREN HAVE NEVER KNOWN ME ELEANOR THEY HAVE NEVER KNOWN ME COME MY DEAR MISTER VANE PUT ASIDE HIS TRAGIC AIR AND PLUNGED INTO THE RUE SAINT TONURAY WHERE HE CALLED FOR A PACKET OF GLOVES THAT HAD BEEN CLEANED FOR HIM
phonemes: "aɪɐm nˌɑːt ˈæŋɡɹi wɪð juː, maɪ dˈɑːɹlɪŋ, aɪ wʌz ˈoʊnli hˈɜːt, aɪ wʌz ˈoʊnli hˈɜːt. maɪ tʃˈɪldɹən hæv nˈɛvɚ nˈoʊn mˌiː, əpˌɑːn ðə θɹˈɛʃoʊld əvə ɡɹˈeɪt sˈɑːɹoʊ, tʊ ᵻlˈiːnɚ, ðeɪ hæv nˈɛvɚ nˈoʊn mˌiː. kˈʌm, maɪ dˈɪɹ." mˈɪstɚ. vˈeɪn pˌʊt ɐsˈaɪd hɪz tɹˈædʒɪk ˈɛɹ, ænd plˈʌndʒd ˌɪntʊ ðə ɹˈuː sənt. ˈɑːnɔːɹ, wˌɛɹ hiː kˈɔːld fɚɹə pˈækɪt ʌv ɡlˈʌvz ðæt hɐdbɪn klˈiːnd fɔːɹ hˌɪm.