text_original: I care for nothing but the things that are gone." And then, while the clock of All Souls struck that solemn single stroke which has even a more awful note than the twelve strokes of midnight, she thought of her dead  all her dead.
text_transcription: I CARE FOR NOTHING BUT THE THINGS THAT ARE GONE AND THEN WHILE THE CLOCK OF ALL SOULS STRUCK THAT SOLEMN SINGLE STROKE WHICH HAS EVEN A MORE AWFUL NOTE THAN THE TWELVE STROKES OF MIDNIGHT SHE THOUGHT OF HER DEAD ALL HER DEAD
phonemes: aɪ kˈɛɹ fɔːɹ nˈʌθɪŋ bˌʌt ðə θˈɪŋz ðæt ɑːɹ ɡˈɔn." ænd ðˈɛn, wˌaɪl ðə klˈɑːk ʌv ˈɔːl sˈoʊlz stɹˈʌk ðæt sˈɑːləm sˈɪŋɡəl stɹˈoʊk wˌɪtʃ hɐz ˈiːvən ɐ mˈɔːɹ ˈɔːfəl nˈoʊt ðɐn ðə twˈɛlv stɹˈoʊks ʌv mˈɪdnaɪt, ʃiː θˈɔːt ʌv hɜː dˈɛd ˈɔːl hɜː dˈɛd.