text_original: Oh, Father Eodwell, why have you wrung my secret from me ? " she cried, grovelling on her knees in the long grass beside him, clinging to his hand as he bent over her, gravely compassionate, deeply moved by her distress.
text_transcription: OH FATHER RODWELL WHY HAVE YOU WRUNG MY SECRET FROM ME SHE CRIED GROVELLING ON HER KNEES IN THE LONG GRASS BESIDE HIM CLINGING TO HIS HAND AS HE BENT OVER HER GRAVELY COMPASSIONATE DEEPLY MOVED BY HER DISTRESS
phonemes: ˈoʊ, fˈɑːðɚɹ ˈiːədwˌɛl, wˌaɪ hæv juː ɹˈʌŋ maɪ sˈiːkɹᵻt fɹʌm mˌiː ? " ʃiː kɹˈaɪd, ɡɹˈɑːvəlɪŋ ˌɔn hɜː nˈiːz ɪnðə lˈɔŋ ɡɹˈæs bᵻsˈaɪd hˌɪm, klˈɪŋɪŋ tə hɪz hˈænd æz hiː bˈɛnt ˈoʊvɚ hɜː, ɡɹˈeɪvli kəmpˈæʃənət, dˈiːpli mˈuːvd baɪ hɜː dɪstɹˈɛs.