text_original: Do not look at me so sternly; have I offended you ? Can you not forgive a poor pris  oner, — you who spend your days in the society of some fair and noble lady, free and happy like yourself ? " " 1, Countess ! " exclaimed Ordener. Ethel burst into tears ; the young man flung himself at her feet.
text_transcription: DO NOT LOOK AT ME SO STERNLY HAVE I OFFENDED YOU CAN YOU NOT FORGIVE A POOR PRISONER YOU WHO SPENT YOUR DAYS IN THE SOCIETY OF SOME FAIR AND NOBLE LADY FREE AND HAPPY LIKE YOURSELF I COUNTESS EXCLAIMED ORDNA ETHEL BURST INTO TEARS THE YOUNG MAN FLUNG HIMSELF AT HER FEET
phonemes: duːnˌɑːt lˈʊk æt mˌiː sˌoʊ stˈɜːnli; hæv aɪ əfˈɛndᵻd juː ? kæn juː nˌɑːt fɚɡˈɪv ɐ pˈʊɹ pɹˈɪs ˈoʊnəɚ, — juː hˌuː spˈɛnd jʊɹ dˈeɪz ɪnðə səsˈaɪəɾi ʌv sˌʌm fˈɛɹ ænd nˈoʊbəl lˈeɪdi, fɹˈiː ænd hˈæpi lˈaɪk jɔːɹsˈɛlf ? " " wˈʌn, kˈaʊntɛs ! " ɛksklˈeɪmd ˈɔːɹdənɚ. ˈɛθəl bˈɜːst ˌɪntʊ tˈɪɹz ; ðə jˈʌŋ mˈæn flˈʌŋ hɪmsˈɛlf æt hɜː fˈiːt.