text_original: " Loving, loyal ! *' he cried, with passionate scorn. " You had deceived and dishonoured me — you had made your name a by word — a jest for such a man as Yansittart Crowther — and for how many more? You had lied, and lied, and lied to me— by every look, by every word that made you seem a virtuous woman and a faithful wife. My God, what misery
text_transcription: LOVING LOYAL HE CRIED WITH PASSIONATE SCORN YOU HAVE DECEIVED AND DISHONOURED ME YOU HAVE MADE YOUR NAME A BYWORD A JEST FOR SUCH A MAN AS VAN SITT CROWTHER AND FOR HOW MANY MORE YOU HAD LIED AND LIED AND LIED TO ME BY EVERY LOOK BY EVERY WORD THAT MADE YOU SEEM A VIRTUOUS WOMAN AND A FAITHFUL WIFE MY GOD WHAT MISERY
phonemes: " lˈʌvɪŋ, lˈɔɪəl ! ˈæstɚɹˌɪsk hiː kɹˈaɪd, wɪð pˈæʃənət skˈɔːɹn. " juː hæd dᵻsˈiːvd ænd dɪsˈɑːnɚd mˌiː — juː hæd mˌeɪd jʊɹ nˈeɪm ɐ baɪ wˈɜːd — ɐ dʒˈɛst fɔːɹ sˈʌtʃ ɐ mˈæn æz jˈænsɪtˌɑːɹt kɹˈoʊðɚ — ænd fɔːɹ hˌaʊ mˈɛni mˈɔːɹ? juː hæd lˈaɪd, ænd lˈaɪd, ænd lˈaɪd tə mˌiː— baɪ ˈɛvɹi lˈʊk, baɪ ˈɛvɹi wˈɜːd ðæt mˌeɪd juː sˈiːm ɐ vˈɜːtʃuːəs wˈʊmən ænd ɐ fˈeɪθfəl wˈaɪf. maɪ ɡˈɑːd, wˌʌt mˈɪzɚɹi