text_original: "Oh! and sad ones!" cries she, sharply, as if hurt. "It is a terrible picture you have conjured up. You and I so happy, and they  Oh! _poor_ old people!" "They have wronged you  slighted you  ill treated you," says he, looking at her. "But they are unhappy; they must be wretched always about your brother, their _first_ child. Oh! what a grief is theirs!" "What a heart is _yours_!" says he, drawing her to him.
text_transcription: OH AND SAD ONES CRIES SHE SHARPLY AS IF HURT IT IS A TERRIBLE PICTURE YOU HAVE CONJURED UP YOU AND I SO HAPPY AND THEY HOW POOR OLD PEOPLE THEY HAVE WRONGED YOU FLIGHTED YOU ILL TREATED YOU SAYS HE LOOKING AT HER BUT THEY ARE UNHAPPY THEY MUST BE WRETCHED ALWAYS ABOUT YOUR BROTHER THEIR FIRST CHILD OH IT A GRIEVOUS DEATH WHAT A HEART IS YOURS SAYS HE DRAWING HER TO HIM
phonemes: "ˈoʊ! ænd sˈæd wˌʌnz!" kɹˈaɪz ʃiː, ʃˈɑːɹpli, æz ɪf hˈɜːt. "ɪɾ ɪz ɐ tˈɛɹᵻbəl pˈɪktʃɚ juː hæv kˈʌndʒɚd ˈʌp. juː ænd aɪ sˌoʊ hˈæpi, ænd ðeɪ ˈoʊ! pˈʊɹ ˈoʊld pˈiːpəl!" "ðeɪ hæv ɹˈɔŋd juː slˈaɪɾᵻd juː ˈɪl tɹˈiːɾᵻd juː," sˈɛz hiː, lˈʊkɪŋ æt hɜː. "bˌʌt ðeɪ ɑːɹ ʌnhˈæpi; ðeɪ mˈʌst biː ɹˈɛtʃᵻd ˈɔːlweɪz ɐbˌaʊt jʊɹ bɹˈʌðɚ, ðɛɹ fˈɜːst tʃˈaɪld. ˈoʊ! wˌʌt ɐ ɡɹˈiːf ɪz ðˈɛɹz!" "wˌʌt ɐ hˈɑːɹt ɪz jˈɔːɹz!" sˈɛz hiː, dɹˈɔːɪŋ hɜː tə hˌɪm.