text_original: "Oh!" said Vera, with a faint cry. "Has he made up his mind?" "He thinks he has. But oh, what shall I do without him? It is horrible, selfish, unworthy; but I can only think of myself and my own desolate old age.
text_transcription: OH SAID VERA WITH A FAINT CRY HAS HE MADE UP HIS MIND HE THINKS HE HAS BUT OH WHAT SHALL I DO WITHOUT HIM IT IS HORRIBLE SELFISH UNWORTHY BUT I CAN ONLY THINK OF MYSELF AND MY OWN DESOLATE OLD AGE
phonemes: "ˈoʊ!" sˈɛd vˈiəɹə, wɪð ɐ fˈeɪnt kɹˈaɪ. "hɐz hiː mˌeɪd ˌʌp hɪz mˈaɪnd?" "hiː θˈɪŋks hiː hˈæz. bˌʌt ˈoʊ, wˌʌt ʃˌæl aɪ dˈuː wɪðˈaʊt hˌɪm? ɪɾ ɪz hˈɔːɹɪbəl, sˈɛlfɪʃ, ʌnwˈɜːði; bˌʌt aɪ kæn ˈoʊnli θˈɪŋk ʌv maɪsˈɛlf ænd maɪ ˈoʊn dˈɛsələt ˈoʊld ˈeɪdʒ.