text_original: "What have you done to me?" he asked, with a look of gratitude; "the torture of my wound has suddenly ceased, and I feel as if a balm had been dropped into it. Let me remain in this state if you have any pity  or despatch me, for my late agony was almost insupportable."
text_transcription: WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO ME HE ASKED WITH A LOOK OF GRATITUDE THE TORTURE OF MY WOUND HAS SUDDENLY CEASED AND I FEEL AS IF A BALM HAD BEEN DROPPED INTO IT LET ME REMAIN IN THIS STATE IF YOU HAVE ANY PITY OR DESPATCH ME FOR MY LATE AGONY WAS ALMOST INSUPPORTABLE
phonemes: "wˌʌt hæv juː dˈʌn tə mˌiː?" hiː ˈæskt, wɪð ɐ lˈʊk ʌv ɡɹˈæɾɪtˌuːd; "ðə tˈɔːɹtʃɚɹ ʌv maɪ wˈuːnd hɐz sˈʌdənli sˈiːst, ænd aɪ fˈiːl æz ɪf ɐ bˈɑːm hɐdbɪn dɹˈɑːpt ˌɪntʊ ɪt. lˈɛt mˌiː ɹᵻmˈeɪn ɪn ðɪs stˈeɪt ɪf juː hæv ˌɛni pˈɪɾi ɔːɹ dᵻspˈætʃ mˌiː, fɔːɹ maɪ lˈeɪt ˈæɡəni wʌz ˈɔːlmoʊst ɪnsəpˈɔːɹɾəbəl."