text_original: As Ordener turned, he saw Ethel upon the moss grown rock, pale as an alabaster image on a black pedestal. " Good God, Ethel ! " he cried, rushing to her and sup  porting her in his arms, " what is the matter
text_transcription: AS ORDINAR TURNED HE SAW ETHEL UPON THE MOSS GROWN ROCK PALE AS AN ALABASTER IMAGE ON A BLACK PEDESTAL GOOD GOD ETHEL HE CRIED RUSHING TO HER AND SUPPORTING HER IN HIS ARMS WHAT IS THE MATTER
phonemes: æz ˈɔːɹdənɚ tˈɜːnd, hiː sˈɔː ˈɛθəl əpˌɑːn ðə mˈɔs ɡɹˈoʊn ɹˈɑːk, pˈeɪl æz ɐn ˌæləbˈæstɚɹ ˈɪmɪdʒ ˌɔn ɐ blˈæk pˈɛdɪstəl. " ɡˈʊd ɡˈɑːd, ˈɛθəl ! " hiː kɹˈaɪd, ɹˈʌʃɪŋ tə hɜː ænd sˈʌp pˈɔːɹɾɪŋ hɜːɹ ɪn hɪz ˈɑːɹmz, " wˌʌt ɪz ðə mˈæɾɚ