text_original: Fathom, who expected this storm, far from attempting to oppose its progress, waited with patience until its first violence was overblown; then, assuming an air of condolence, animated with that resolution which a friend ought to maintain on such occasions, "My dear Count," said he, "I am not at all surprised at your emotion, because I know what an heart, susceptible as yours, must feel from the apostasy of one who has reigned so long the object of your love, admiration, and esteem.
text_transcription: FATHOM WHO EXPECTED THIS STORM FAR FROM ATTEMPTING TO OPPOSE ITS PROGRESS WAITED WITH PATIENCE UNTIL ITS FIRST VIOLENCE WAS OVERBLOWN THEN ASSUMING AN AIR OF CONDOLENCE ANIMATED WITH THAT RESOLUTION WHICH A FRIEND OUGHT TO MAINTAIN ON SUCH OCCASIONS MY DEAR COUNT SAID HE I AM NOT AT ALL SURPRISED AT YOUR EMOTION BECAUSE I KNOW WHAT A HEART SUSCEPTIBLE AS YOURS MUST FEEL FROM THE APOSTASY OF ONE WHO HAS REIGNED SO LONG IN THE OBJECT OF YOUR LOVE ADMIRATION AND ESTEEM
phonemes: fˈæðəm, hˌuː ɛkspˈɛktᵻd ðɪs stˈɔːɹm, fˈɑːɹ fɹʌm ɐtˈɛmptɪŋ tʊ əpˈoʊz ɪts pɹˈɑːɡɹɛs, wˈeɪɾᵻd wɪð pˈeɪʃəns ʌntˈɪl ɪts fˈɜːst vˈaɪələns wʌz ˌoʊvɚblˈoʊn; ðˈɛn, ɐsˈuːmɪŋ ɐn ˈɛɹ ʌv kəndˈoʊləns, ˈænɪmˌeɪɾᵻd wɪð ðæt ɹˌɛzəlˈuːʃən wˌɪtʃ ɐ fɹˈɛnd ˈɔːt tə meɪntˈeɪn ˌɔn sˈʌtʃ əkˈeɪʒənz, "maɪ dˈɪɹ kˈaʊnt," sˈɛd hiː, "aɪɐm nˌɑːt æɾ ˈɔːl sɚpɹˈaɪzd æt jʊɹ ɪmˈoʊʃən, bɪkˈʌz aɪ nˈoʊ wʌt æn hˈɑːɹt, səsˈɛptᵻbəl æz jˈɔːɹz, mˈʌst fˈiːl fɹʌmðɪ ɐpˈɔstəsi ʌv wˈʌn hˌuː hɐz ɹˈeɪnd sˌoʊ lˈɔŋ ðɪ ˈɑːbdʒɛkt ʌv jʊɹ lˈʌv, ˌædmɚɹˈeɪʃən, ænd ɛstˈiːm.