text_original: 'Delamere!  my son!' cried he, in a voice hollow and tremulous. 'He is not dead, my Lord.' 'Not dead! wherefore is it then that you look thus? Oh! what is it I am to know?'
text_transcription: DELAMIR MY SON CRIED HE IN A VOICE HOLLOW AND TREMULOUS HE IS NOT DEAD MY LORD NOT DEAD WHEREFORE IS IT THEN THAT YOU LOOK THUS OH WHAT IS IT I AM TO KNOW
phonemes: dᵻlˈæmɪɹ!  maɪ sˈʌn!kɹˈaɪd hiː, ɪn ɐ vˈɔɪs hˈɑːloʊ ænd tɹˈɛmjʊləs. hiː ɪz nˌɑːt dˈɛd, maɪ lˈɔːɹd.nˌɑːt dˈɛd! wˈɛɹfɔːɹ ɪz ɪt ðˈɛn ðæt juː lˈʊk ðˈʌs? ˈoʊ! wˌʌt ɪz ɪɾ aɪɐm tə nˈoʊ?