text_original: The entreaty was so insistent, so agonising, that Vera could only bend her head in mute acquiescence. Mrs. Rutherford threw her arms round the frail figure and strained it to her breast. "My dearest girl, I knew you would have pity upon me.
text_transcription: THE ENTREATY WAS SO INSISTENT SO AGONIZING THAT VERA COULD ONLY BEND HER HEAD IN MUTE ACQUIESCENCE MISSUS RUTHERFORD THREW HER ARMS ROUND THE FRAIL FIGURE AND STRAINED IT TO HER BREAST MY DEAREST GIRL I KNEW YOU WOULD HAVE PITY UPON ME
phonemes: ðɪ ɛntɹˈiːɾi wʌz sˌoʊ ɪnsˈɪstənt, sˌoʊ ˈæɡənˌaɪzɪŋ, ðæt vˈiəɹə kʊd ˈoʊnli bˈɛnd hɜː hˈɛd ɪn mjˈuːt ˌækwɪˈɛsəns. mˈɪsɪz. ɹˈʌðɚfɚd θɹˈuː hɜːɹ ˈɑːɹmz ɹˈaʊnd ðə fɹˈeɪl fˈɪɡjɚ ænd stɹˈeɪnd ɪt tə hɜː bɹˈɛst. "maɪ dˈɪɹɪst ɡˈɜːl, aɪ nˈuː juː wʊdhɐv pˈɪɾi əpˌɑːn mˌiː.