text_original: All my hopes were extinguished like a candle blown out by the wind, and all my future life was dark. And I had to go back and tell the poor mother that the daughter she wanted was never to come to Hawksyard.'
text_transcription: ALL MY HOPES WERE EXTINGUISHED LIKE A CANDLE BLOWN OUT BY THE WIND AND ALL MY FUTURE LIFE WAS DARK AND I HAD TO GO BACK AND TELL THE POOR MOTHER THAT THE DAUGHTER SHE WANTED WAS NEVER TO COME TO HAWKSYARD
phonemes: ˈɔːl maɪ hˈoʊps wɜːɹ ɛkstˈɪŋɡwɪʃt lˈaɪk ɐ kˈændəl blˈoʊn ˈaʊt baɪ ðə wˈɪnd, ænd ˈɔːl maɪ fjˈuːtʃɚ lˈaɪf wʌz dˈɑːɹk. ænd aɪ hædtə ɡˌoʊ bˈæk ænd tˈɛl ðə pˈʊɹ mˈʌðɚ ðætðə dˈɔːɾɚ ʃiː wˈɔntᵻd wʌz nˈɛvɚ tə kˈʌm tə hˈɔːksjɑːɹd.