text_original: The name seemed to fall on Lord Otford like a blow. He sat quite still a moment, looking straight before him into who knows what memories. At last he said very sadly, "No. No Lucy Pryor." The Admiral realised his own tactlessness. He took Lord Otford's hand. "I beg your pardon, Jack. I 'm sorry." "It still hurts, Peter," said his Lordship with a wistful smile. "Like an old bullet.
text_transcription: THE NAME SEEMED TO FALL ON LORD ARTFORD LIKE A BLOW HE SAT QUITE STILL A MOMENT LOOKING STRAIGHT BEFORE HIM INTO WHO KNOWS WHAT MEMORIES AT LAST HE SAID VERY SADLY NO NO LUCY PRIOR THE ADMIRAL REALIZED HIS OWN TACTLESSNESS HE TOOK LORD ODDFORD'S HAND I BEG YOUR PARDON JACK I'M SORRY IT STILL HURTS PETER SAID HIS LORDSHIP WITH A WISTFUL SMILE LIKE AN OLD BULLET
phonemes: ðə nˈeɪm sˈiːmd tə fˈɔːl ˌɔn lˈɔːɹd ˈɑːtfɚd lˈaɪk ɐ blˈoʊ. hiː sˈæt kwˈaɪt stˈɪl ɐ mˈoʊmənt, lˈʊkɪŋ stɹˈeɪt bᵻfˌɔːɹ hˌɪm ˌɪntʊ hˌuː nˈoʊz wʌt mˈɛmɚɹiz. æt lˈæst hiː sˈɛd vˈɛɹi sˈædli, "nˈoʊ. nˈoʊ lˈuːsi pɹˈaɪɚ." ðɪ ˈædmɜːɹəl ɹˈiːəlaɪzd hɪz ˈoʊn tˈæktləsnəs. hiː tˈʊk lˈɔːɹd ˈɑːtfɚdz hˈænd. "aɪ bˈɛɡ jʊɹ pˈɑːɹdən, dʒˈæk. aɪ ˈɛm sˈɑːɹi." "ɪt stˈɪl hˈɜːts, pˈiːɾɚ," sˈɛd hɪz lˈɔːɹdʃɪp wɪð ɐ wˈɪstfəl smˈaɪl. "lˈaɪk ɐn ˈoʊld bˈʊlɪt.