text_original: " Isola, for Grod's sake, stop 1 " Again the racking cough seized her, and she sank speech  less at his feet. He lifted her in his arms and carried her to the sofa, and flung open the shutters and let the light and air stream in upon her, as she lay prostrate and exhausted, wiping her white lips with a blood stained handkerchief. He looked at her in a kind of horrified compassion.
text_transcription: IT'S SOLA FOR GOD'S SAKE STOP AGAIN THE RACKING COUGH SEIZED HER AND SHE SANK SPEECHLESS AT HIS FEET HE LIFTED HER IN HIS ARMS AND CARRIED HER TO THE SOFA AND FLUNG OPEN THE SHUTTERS AND LET THE LIGHT AND AIR STREAM IN UPON HER AS SHE LAY PROSTRATE AND EXHAUSTED WIPING HER WHITE LIPS WITH A BLOODSTAINED HANDKERCHIEF HE LOOKED AT HER IN A KIND OF HORRIFIED COMPASSION
phonemes: " aɪsˈoʊlə, fɔːɹ ɡɹˈɑːdz sˈeɪk, stˈɑːp wˈʌn " ɐɡˈɛn ðə ɹˈækɪŋ kˈɔf sˈiːzd hɜː, ænd ʃiː sˈæŋk spˈiːtʃ lˈɛs æt hɪz fˈiːt. hiː lˈɪftᵻd hɜːɹ ɪn hɪz ˈɑːɹmz ænd kˈæɹid hɜː tə ðə sˈoʊfə, ænd flˈʌŋ ˈoʊpən ðə ʃˈʌɾɚz ænd lˈɛt ðə lˈaɪt ænd ˈɛɹ stɹˈiːm ɪn əpˌɑːn hɜː, æz ʃiː lˈeɪ pɹˈɑːstɹeɪt ænd ɛɡzˈɔːstᵻd, wˈaɪpɪŋ hɜː wˈaɪt lˈɪps wɪð ɐ blˈʌd stˈeɪnd hˈændkɚtʃˌiːf. hiː lˈʊkt æt hɜːɹ ɪn ɐ kˈaɪnd ʌv hˈɔːɹɪfˌaɪd kəmpˈæʃən.