text_original: Ecco Roma. 251 " I may have been stronger then," Isola faltered. " Oh, forgive me, darling ! What an inconsiderate wretch I am ! But Kome will give you back your lost strengtii ; and we shall round Neptune Point again, and feel the salt spray dashing over our heads as wo go out into the great fierce Atlantic.
text_transcription: I MAY HAVE BEEN STRONGER THEN THIS OLA FALTERED OH FORGIVE ME DARLING WHAT AN INCONSIDERATE WRETCH I AM BUT ROME WILL GIVE YOU BACK YOUR LOST STRENGTH AND WE SHALL ROUND NEPTUNE POINT AGAIN AND FEEL THE SALT SPRAY DASHING OVER OUR HEADS AS WE GO OUT INTO THE GREAT FIERCE ATLANTIC
phonemes: ˈɛkoʊ ɹˈoʊmə. tˈuːhˈʌndɹɪd fˈɪfti wˈʌn " aɪ mˌeɪhɐv bˌɪn stɹˈɔŋɡɚ ðˈɛn," aɪsˈoʊlə fˈɔltɚd. " ˈoʊ, fɚɡˈɪv mˌiː, dˈɑːɹlɪŋ ! wˌʌt ɐn ɪŋkənsˈɪdɚɹət ɹˈɛtʃ aɪˈæm ! bˌʌt kˈoʊm wɪl ɡˈɪv juː bˈæk jʊɹ lˈɔst stɹˈɛŋtɪˌaɪ ; ænd wiːʃˌɐl ɹˈaʊnd nˈɛptuːn pˈɔɪnt ɐɡˈɛn, ænd fˈiːl ðə sˈɔlt spɹˈeɪ dˈæʃɪŋ ˌoʊvɚɹ ˌaʊɚ hˈɛdz æz wˈoʊ ɡˌoʊ ˈaʊt ˌɪntʊ ðə ɡɹˈeɪt fˈɪɹs ɐtlˈæntɪk.