text_original: Hours went by, she knew not how. Again and again Lost  withiel came to her door, and talked and entreated — Heaven knows how tenderly — with what deep contrition, with what fond pleading for pardon. But the dumb devil held her still.
text_transcription: HOURS WENT BY SHE KNEW NOT HOW AGAIN AND AGAIN LOST WITH ILL CAME TO HER DOOR AND TALKED AND ENTREATED HEAVEN KNOWS HOW TENDERLY WITH WHAT DEEP CONTRITION WITH WHAT FOND PLEADING FOR PARDON BUT THE DUMB DEVIL HELD HER STILL
phonemes: ˈaʊɚz wɛnt bˈaɪ, ʃiː nˈuː nˌɑːt hˈaʊ. ɐɡˈɛn ænd ɐɡˈɛn lˈɔst wɪðˈiːl kˈeɪm tə hɜː dˈɔːɹ, ænd tˈɔːkt ænd ɛntɹˈiːɾᵻd — hˈɛvən nˈoʊz hˌaʊ tˈɛndɚli — wɪð wʌt dˈiːp kəntɹˈɪʃən, wɪð wʌt fˈɑːnd plˈiːdɪŋ fɔːɹ pˈɑːɹdən. bˌʌt ðə dˈʌm dˈɛvəl hˈɛld hɜː stˈɪl.