text_original: " What ! " said he, with a fierce laugh, " motionless and mute. You are no woman, then, Lucy Pelryhn!" and he shook her by the arm to rouse her. "Did not a mes  senger bring you an iron casket ? " The widow, lending him a brief attention, shook her head, and relapsed into her gloomy revery. " All, the wretch
text_transcription: WHAT SAID HE WITH A FIERCE LAUGH MOTIONLESS AND MUTE YOU ARE NO WOMAN THEN LUCIE PERIN AND HE SHOOK HER BY THE ARM TO ROUSE HER DID NOT A MESSENGER BRING YOU AN IRON CASKET THE WIDOW LENDING HIM A BRIEF ATTENTION SHOOK HER HEAD AND RELAPSED INTO A GLOOMY REVERIE THE WRETCH
phonemes: " wˌʌt ! " sˈɛd hiː, wɪð ɐ fˈɪɹs lˈæf, " mˈoʊʃənləs ænd mjˈuːt. juː ɑːɹ nˈoʊ wˈʊmən, ðˈɛn, lˈuːsi pˈɛlɹɪhn!" ænd hiː ʃˈʊk hɜː baɪ ðɪ ˈɑːɹm tə ɹˈaʊz hɜː. "dɪdnˌɑːt ɐ mˈɛs sˈɛndʒɚ bɹˈɪŋ juː ɐn ˈaɪɚn kˈæskɪt ? " ðə wˈɪdoʊ, lˈɛndɪŋ hˌɪm ɐ bɹˈiːf ɐtˈɛnʃən, ʃˈʊk hɜː hˈɛd, ænd ɹᵻlˈæpst ˌɪntʊ hɜː ɡlˈuːmi ɹˈɛvɚɹi. " ˈɔːl, ðə ɹˈɛtʃ