text_original: 'Milor, I sent for the notary, But he waited all day in the anti room to no purpose. My poor master was never again easy enough to see him  never again able to dictate a will. He grew more and more delirious, and continued to complain of his head, his head! Alas! he did not even know me, till about an hour before his death.'
text_transcription: MILOR I SENT FOR THE NOTARY BUT HE WAITED ALL DAY IN THE ANTEROOM TO NO PURPOSE MY POOR MASTER WAS NEVER AGAIN EASY ENOUGH TO SEE HIM NEVER AGAIN ABLE TO DICTATE A WILL HE GREW MORE AND MORE DELIRIOUS AND CONTINUED TO COMPLAIN OF HIS HEAD HIS HEAD ALAS HE DID NOT EVEN KNOW ME TILL ABOUT AN HOUR BEFORE HIS DEATH
phonemes: mˈaɪlɚ, aɪ sˈɛnt fɚðə nˈoʊɾɚɹi, bˌʌt hiː wˈeɪɾᵻd ˈɔːl dˈeɪ ɪnðɪ ˈæntaɪ ɹˈuːm tə nˈoʊ pˈɜːpəs. maɪ pˈʊɹ mˈæstɚ wʌz nˈɛvɚɹ ɐɡˈɛn ˈiːzi ɪnˈʌf tə sˈiː hˌɪm nˈɛvɚɹ ɐɡˈɛn ˈeɪbəl tə dˈɪkteɪt ɐ wˈɪl. hiː ɡɹˈuː mˈɔːɹ ænd mˈɔːɹ dᵻlˈɪɹiəs, ænd kəntˈɪnjuːd tə kəmplˈeɪn ʌv hɪz hˈɛd, hɪz hˈɛd! ɐlˈæs! hiː dɪdnˌɑːt ˈiːvən nˈoʊ mˌiː, tˈɪl ɐbˌaʊt ɐn ˈaʊɚ bᵻfˌɔːɹ hɪz dˈɛθ.