text_original: Then, wringing my hand, he said, "It makes my heart bleed to see you in that garb!" I thanked him for his invitation, which, I observed, could not be unwelcome to a person who had not eaten a comfortable meal these seven months; but I had another request to make, which I begged he would grant before dinner, and that was the loan of a shirt; for although my back had been many weeks a stranger to any comfort of that kind, my skin was not yet familiarised to the want of it.
text_transcription: THEN WRINGING MY HAND HE SAID IT MAKES MY HEART BLEED TO SEE YOU IN THAT GARB I THANKED HIM FOR HIS INVITATION WHICH I OBSERVED COULD NOT BE UNWELCOME TO A PERSON WHO HAD NOT EATEN A COMFORTABLE MEAL THESE SEVEN MONTHS BUT I HAD ANOTHER REQUEST TO MAKE WHICH I BEGGED HE WOULD GRANT BEFORE DINNER AND THAT WAS THE LOAN OF A SHIRT FOR ALTHOUGH MY BACK HAD BEEN MANY WEEKS A STRANGER TO ANY COMFORT OF THAT KIND MY SKIN WAS NOT YET FAMILIARIZED TO THE WANT OF IT
phonemes: ðˈɛn, ɹˈɪŋɪŋ maɪ hˈænd, hiː sˈɛd, "ɪt mˌeɪks maɪ hˈɑːɹt blˈiːd tə sˈiː juː ɪn ðæt ɡˈɑːɹb!" aɪ θˈæŋkt hˌɪm fɔːɹ hɪz ɪnvɪtˈeɪʃən, wˈɪtʃ, aɪ əbzˈɜːvd, kʊd nˌɑːt biː ʌnwˈɛlkʌm tʊ ɐ pˈɜːsən hˌuː hæd nˌɑːt ˈiːʔn̩ ɐ kˈʌmftəbəl mˈiːl ðiːz sˈɛvən mˈʌnθs; bˌʌt aɪ hæd ɐnˈʌðɚ ɹᵻkwˈɛst tə mˈeɪk, wˌɪtʃ aɪ bˈɛɡd hiː wʊd ɡɹˈænt bᵻfˌɔːɹ dˈɪnɚ, ænd ðæt wʌzðə lˈoʊn əvə ʃˈɜːt; fɔːɹ ɔːlðˈoʊ maɪ bˈæk hɐdbɪn mˈɛni wˈiːks ɐ stɹˈeɪndʒɚ tʊ ˌɛni kˈʌmfɚt ʌv ðæt kˈaɪnd, maɪ skˈɪn wʌz nˌɑːt jˈɛt fəmˈɪlɪɹˌaɪzd tə ðə wˈɔnt ʌv ɪt.