text_original: Father Eodwell drew his chair nearer to her, and looked at her earnestly with his cordial, almost boyish smile. He was a remarkably young looking man, a man upon whom *' So, Full Content shall he my Lot!^ 2S5 long years of toil in the dark places of the earth had exercised no wasting or withering influence.
text_transcription: FATHER ODWELL DREW HIS CHAIR NEARER TO HER AND LOOKED AT HER EARNESTLY WITH HIS CORDIAL ALMOST BOYISH SMILE HE WAS A REMARKABLY YOUNG LOOKING MAN A MAN UPON WHOM LONG YEARS OF TOIL IN THE DARK PLACES OF THE EARTH HAD EXERCISED NO WASTING OR WITHERING INFLUENCE
phonemes: fˈɑːðɚɹ ˈiːədwˌɛl dɹˈuː hɪz tʃˈɛɹ nˈɪɹɚ tə hɜː, ænd lˈʊkt æt hɜːɹ ˈɜːnɪstli wɪð hɪz kˈɔːɹdʒəl, ˈɔːlmoʊst bˈɔɪɪʃ smˈaɪl. hiː wʌzɐ ɹᵻmˈɑːɹkəbli jˈʌŋ lˈʊkɪŋ mˈæn, ɐ mˈæn əpˌɑːn hˈuːm ˈæstɚɹˌɪsk sˈoʊ, fˈʊl kˈɑːntɛnt ʃˌæl hiː maɪ lˈɑːt!tˈuː z fˈaɪv lˈɔŋ jˈɪɹz ʌv tˈɔɪl ɪnðə dˈɑːɹk plˈeɪsᵻz ʌvðɪ ˈɜːθ hæd ˈɛksɚsˌaɪzd nˈoʊ wˈeɪstɪŋ ɔːɹ wˈɪðɚɹɪŋ ˈɪnfluːəns.