text_original: The young man sprang up, and could not help clasping her to his heart in convulsive delight. " Oh, my adored Ethel, call rue your own Ordener ! Tell me," — and his ardent glances rested on her eyes wet with teai's, — " tell me, do you love me still
text_transcription: THE YOUNG MAN SPRANG UP AND COULD NOT HELP CLASPING HER TO HIS HEART IN CONVULSIVE DELIGHT OH MY ADORED ETHEL CALL ME YOUR OWN ORDINA TELL ME AND HIS ARDENT GLANCES RESTED ON HER EYES WET WITH TEARS TELL ME DO YOU LOVE ME STILL
phonemes: ðə jˈʌŋ mˈæn spɹˈæŋ ˈʌp, ænd kʊd nˌɑːt hˈɛlp klˈæspɪŋ hɜː tə hɪz hˈɑːɹt ɪn kənvˈʌlsɪv dᵻlˈaɪt. " ˈoʊ, maɪ ɐdˈɔːɹd ˈɛθəl, kˈɔːl ɹˈuː jʊɹ ˈoʊn ˈɔːɹdənɚ ! tˈɛl mˌiː," — ænd hɪz ˈɑːɹdənt ɡlˈænsᵻz ɹˈɛstᵻd ˌɔn hɜːɹ ˈaɪz wˈɛt wɪð tˈiːiz, — " tˈɛl mˌiː, dˈuː juː lˈʌv mˌiː stˈɪl