text_original: It was the kindness in the low, grave voice that had made its music: only the kindness of a friend of mature years interested in her youth and ignorance, only a grave and thoughtful friend, liking her because she had been loved by his dead daughter.
text_transcription: IT WAS THE KINDNESS IN THE LOW GRAY VOICE THAT HAD MADE ITS MUSIC ONLY THE KINDNESS OF A FRIEND OF MATURE YEARS INTERESTED IN HER YOUTH AND IGNORANCE ONLY A GRAVE AND THOUGHTFUL FRIEND LIKING HER BECAUSE SHE HAD BEEN LOVED BY HIS DEAD DAUGHTER
phonemes: ɪt wʌzðə kˈaɪndnəs ɪnðə lˈoʊ, ɡɹˈeɪv vˈɔɪs ðæt hæd mˌeɪd ɪts mjˈuːzɪk: ˈoʊnli ðə kˈaɪndnəs əvə fɹˈɛnd ʌv mətʃˈʊɹ jˈɪɹz ˈɪntɹɛstᵻd ɪn hɜː jˈuːθ ænd ˈɪɡnɚɹəns, ˈoʊnli ɐ ɡɹˈeɪv ænd θˈɔːtfəl fɹˈɛnd, lˈaɪkɪŋ hɜː bɪkˈʌz ʃiː hɐdbɪn lˈʌvd baɪ hɪz dˈɛd dˈɔːɾɚ.