text_original: Then, after a long panse, when she had dried the tears from her streaming eyes, and was lying faint, and white, and still, caring very little what became of her poor remnant of life, he said softly — "I| forgive yon, Isola, as I pray God to forgive yon.
text_transcription: THEN AFTER A LONG PAUSE WHEN SHE HAD DRIED THE TEARS FROM HER STREAMING EYES AND WAS LYING FAINT AND WHITE AND STILL CARING VERY LITTLE WHAT BECAME OF HER POOR REMNANT OF LIFE HE SAID SOFTLY I FORGIVE YOU IS OLA AS I PRAY GOD TO FORGIVE YOU
phonemes: ðˈɛn, ˈæftɚɹ ɐ lˈɔŋ pˈæns, wˌɛn ʃiː hæd dɹˈaɪd ðə tˈɪɹz fɹʌm hɜː stɹˈiːmɪŋ ˈaɪz, ænd wʌz lˈaɪɪŋ fˈeɪnt, ænd wˈaɪt, ænd stˈɪl, kˈɛɹɪŋ vˈɛɹi lˈɪɾəl wʌt bɪkˌeɪm ʌv hɜː pˈʊɹ ɹˈɛmnənt ʌv lˈaɪf, hiː sˈɛd sˈɔftli — "aɪ fɚɡˈɪv jˈɑːn, aɪsˈoʊlə, æz aɪ pɹˈeɪ ɡˈɑːd tə fɚɡˈɪv jˈɑːn.