text_original: You are a man to be missed. For me it is no matter. We will go back; you will be ill, and I cannot be responsible. Besides, there is Luchesi—" "Enough," he said; "the cough is a mere nothing; it will not kill me. I shall not die of a cough."
text_transcription: YOU ARE A MAN TO BE MISSED FOR ME IT IS NO MATTER WE WILL GO BACK YOU WILL BE ILL AND I CANNOT BE RESPONSIBLE BESIDES THERE IS LUCASI ENOUGH HE SAID THE COUGH IS A MERE NOTHING IT WILL NOT KILL ME I SHALL NOT DIE OF A COUGH
phonemes: juː ɑːɹ ɐ mˈæn təbi mˈɪst. fɔːɹ mˌiː ɪɾ ɪz nˈoʊ mˈæɾɚ. wiː wɪl ɡˌoʊ bˈæk; juː wɪl biː ˈɪl, ænd aɪ kænˈɑːt biː ɹᵻspˈɑːnsᵻbəl. bᵻsˈaɪdz, ðɛɹ ɪz luːtʃˈɛsi—" "ɪnˈʌf," hiː sˈɛd; "ðə kˈɔf ɪz ɐ mˈɪɹ nˈʌθɪŋ; ɪt wɪl nˌɑːt kˈɪl mˌiː. aɪʃˌɐl nˌɑːt dˈaɪ əvə kˈɔf."