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."
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
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."