text_original: "My God!" she cried, "it is too late; he is dead." Then she dropped back breathless and waxen as the little form which she still held close in her arms.
text_transcription: MY GOD SHE CRIED IT IS TOO LATE HE IS DEAD THEN SHE DROPPED BACK BREATHLESS AND WAXEN AS THE LITTLE FORM WHICH SHE HELD CLOSE IN HER ARMS
phonemes: "maɪ ɡˈɑːd!" ʃiː kɹˈaɪd, "ɪɾ ɪz tˈuː lˈeɪt; hiː ɪz dˈɛd." ðˈɛn ʃiː dɹˈɑːpt bˈæk bɹˈɛθləs ænd wˈæksən æz ðə lˈɪɾəl fˈɔːɹm wˌɪtʃ ʃiː stˈɪl hˈɛld klˈoʊs ɪn hɜːɹ ˈɑːɹmz.