text_original: A deep sigh was Ethel's only answer; and Schumacker, turning to his table, tore up with an absent air a few leaves of " Plutarch's Lives," which volume lay before him, already tattered in countless places, and covered with marginal notes.
text_transcription: A DEEP SIGH WAS ETHEL'S ONLY ANSWER AND SCHUMANKA TURNING TO HIS TABLE TORE UP WITH AN ABSENT AIR A FEW LEAVES OF PLUTARCH'S LIVES WHICH VOLUME LAY BEFORE HIM ALREADY TATTERED IN COUNTLESS PLACES AND COVERED WITH MARGINAL NOTES
phonemes: ɐ dˈiːp sˈaɪ wʌz ˈɛθəlz ˈoʊnli ˈænsɚ; ænd ʃˈuːmækɚ, tˈɜːnɪŋ tə hɪz tˈeɪbəl, tˈɔːɹ ˌʌp wɪð ɐn ˈæbsənt ˈɛɹ ɐ fjˈuː lˈiːvz ʌv " plˈuːɾɑːɹks lˈaɪvz," wˌɪtʃ vˈɑːljuːm lˈeɪ bᵻfˈɔːɹ hˌɪm, ɔːlɹˌɛdi tˈæɾɚd ɪn kˈaʊntləs plˈeɪsᵻz, ænd kˈʌvɚd wɪð mˈɑːɹdʒɪnəl nˈoʊts.