text_original: Upon which a silence ensued, which brought us to our lodging, where I threw myself upon the bed in an agony of despair, resolved to perish rather than apply to my companion, or any other body, for relief; but Strap, who knew my temper, and whose heart bled within him for my distress, after some pause came to the bedside, and, putting a leathern purse into my hand, burst into tears, crying, "I know what you think, but I scorn your thought.
text_transcription: UPON WHICH A SILENCE ENSUED WHICH BROUGHT US TO OUR LODGING WHERE I THREW MYSELF UPON THE BED IN AN AGONY OF DESPAIR RESOLVED TO PERISH RATHER THAN APPLY TO MY COMPANION OR ANY OTHER BODY FOR RELIEF BUT STRAP WHO KNEW MY TEMPER AND WHOSE HEART BLED WITHIN HIM FOR MY DISTRESS AFTER SOME PAUSE CAME TO THE BEDSIDE AND PUTTING A LEATHERN PURSE INTO MY HAND BURST INTO TEARS CRYING I KNOW WHAT YOU THINK BUT I SCORN YOUR THOUGHT
phonemes: əpˌɑːn wˌɪtʃ ɐ sˈaɪləns ɛnsˈuːd, wˌɪtʃ bɹˈɔːt ˌʌs tʊ ˌaʊɚ lˈɑːdʒɪŋ, wˌɛɹ aɪ θɹˈuː maɪsˈɛlf əpˌɑːn ðə bˈɛd ɪn ɐn ˈæɡəni ʌv dᵻspˈɛɹ, ɹᵻzˈɑːlvd tə pˈɛɹɪʃ ɹˈæðɚ ðɐn ɐplˈaɪ tə maɪ kəmpˈæniən, ɔːɹ ˌɛni ˈʌðɚ bˈɑːdi, fɔːɹ ɹᵻlˈiːf; bˌʌt stɹˈæp, hˌuː nˈuː maɪ tˈɛmpɚ, ænd hˌuːz hˈɑːɹt blˈɛd wɪðˌɪn hˌɪm fɔːɹ maɪ dɪstɹˈɛs, ˈæftɚ sˌʌm pˈɔːz kˈeɪm tə ðə bˈɛdsaɪd, ænd, pˈʊɾɪŋ ɐ lˈɛðɚn pˈɜːs ˌɪntʊ maɪ hˈænd, bˈɜːst ˌɪntʊ tˈɪɹz, kɹˈaɪɪŋ, "aɪ nˈoʊ wʌt juː θˈɪŋk, bˌʌt aɪ skˈɔːɹn jʊɹ θˈɔːt.