text_original: "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. "Barbara! surely I shall not die until they have met you, and learned why I love you."
text_transcription: 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 BARBARA SURELY I SHALL NOT DIE UNTIL THEY HAVE MET YOU AND LEARNED WHY I LOVE YOU
phonemes: "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. "bˈɑːɹbɚɹə! ʃˈʊɹli aɪʃˌɐl nˌɑːt dˈaɪ ʌntˈɪl ðeɪ hæv mˈɛt juː, ænd lˈɜːnd wˌaɪ aɪ lˈʌv juː."