text_original: Deep and mournful silence told him it was so. 'I will see him, however,' said he, pushing by those who would have detained him. 'No, no,' cried Emmeline. 'Pray, my Lord! pray, my dear uncle!'
text_transcription: DEEP AND MOURNFUL SILENCE TOLD HIM IT WAS SO I WILL SEE HIM HOWEVER SAID HE PUSHING BY THOSE WHO WOULD HAVE DETAINED HIM NO NO CRIED EMMELINE PRAY MY LORD PRAY MY DEAR UNCLE
phonemes: dˈiːp ænd mˈɔːɹnfəl sˈaɪləns tˈoʊld hˌɪm ɪt wʌz sˈoʊ. aɪ wɪl sˈiː hˌɪm, haʊˈɛvɚ,sˈɛd hiː, pˈʊʃɪŋ baɪ ðoʊz hˌuː wʊdhɐv dɪtˈeɪnd hˌɪm. nˈoʊ, nˈoʊ,kɹˈaɪd ˈɛmɪlˌaɪn. pɹˈeɪ, maɪ lˈɔːɹd! pɹˈeɪ, maɪ dˈɪɹ ˈʌŋkəl!