text_original: " Well," said the little man, " have you not in four and  twenty years grown used to seeing the husband upon whom you must gaze through all eternity ? " " Through all eternity ! " she repeated in a terrified whisper. " Hark ye, Lucy Pelryhn, I bring you news of your son." " My son ! Where is he ? Why does he not come
text_transcription: WELL SAID THE THE LITTLE MAN HAVE YOU NOT IN FOUR AND TWENTY YEARS GROWN USED TO SEEING THE HUSBAND UPON WHOM YOU MUST GAZE THROUGH OUR ETERNITY THROUGH ALL ETERNITY SHE REPEATED IN A TERRIFIED WHISPER HACY PELRYN I BRING YOU NEWS OF YOUR SON MY SON WHERE IS HE WHY DOES HE NOT COME
phonemes: " wˈɛl," sˈɛd ðə lˈɪɾəl mˈæn, " hæv juː nˌɑːt ɪn fˈɔːɹ ænd twˈɛnti jˈɪɹz ɡɹˈoʊn jˈuːzd tə sˈiːɪŋ ðə hˈʌsbənd əpˌɑːn hˈuːm juː mˈʌst ɡˈeɪz θɹuː ˈɔːl ɪtˈɜːnᵻɾi ? " " θɹuː ˈɔːl ɪtˈɜːnᵻɾi ! " ʃiː ɹᵻpˈiːɾᵻd ɪn ɐ tˈɛɹᵻfˌaɪd wˈɪspɚ. " hˈɑːɹk jˈiː, lˈuːsi pˈɛlɹɪhn, aɪ bɹˈɪŋ juː nˈuːz ʌv jʊɹ sˈʌn." " maɪ sˈʌn ! wˈɛɹ ɪz hiː ? wˌaɪ dˈʌz hiː nˌɑːt kˈʌm