text_original: The old man, after a brief pause, resumed in a solemn tone : " Listen to me, my daughter; for what I have to say to you is serious. I feel that I am fading slowly ; my life is ebbing. Yes, daughter, my end is at hand." Ethel interrupted him with a stifled groan.
text_transcription: THE OLD MAN AFTER A BRIEF PAUSE RESUMED IN A SOLEMN TONE LISTEN TO ME MY DAUGHTER FOR WHAT I HAVE TO SAY TO YOU IS SERIOUS I FEEL THAT I AM FADING SLOWLY MY LIFE IS EBBING YES DAUGHTER MY END IS AT HAND ETHEL INTERRUPTED HIM WITH A STIFLED GROAN
phonemes: ðɪ ˈoʊld mˈæn, ˈæftɚɹ ɐ bɹˈiːf pˈɔːz, ɹᵻzˈuːmd ɪn ɐ sˈɑːləm tˈoʊn : " lˈɪsən tə mˌiː, maɪ dˈɔːɾɚ; fɔːɹ wʌt aɪ hæv tə sˈeɪ tə juː ɪz sˈɪɹiəs. aɪ fˈiːl ðæt aɪɐm fˈeɪdɪŋ slˈoʊli ; maɪ lˈaɪf ɪz ˈɛbɪŋ. jˈɛs, dˈɔːɾɚ, maɪ ˈɛnd ɪz æt hˈænd." ˈɛθəl ˌɪntɚɹˈʌptᵻd hˌɪm wɪð ɐ stˈaɪfəld ɡɹˈoʊn.