text_original: Poor Ethel ! how often a word indifferently uttered, painfully galls the hidden wound in an anxious and tortured heart ! She bent her pale face to hide from her father's stern gaze the tears which, in spite of all her efforts, fell from her burning eyes.
text_transcription: POOR ETHEL HOW OFTEN A WORD INDIFFERENTLY UTTERED PAINFULLY GALLS THE HIDDEN WOUND IN AN ANXIOUS AND TORTURED HEART SHE BENT HER PALE FACE TO HIDE FROM HER FATHER'S STERN GAZE THE TEARS WHICH IN SPITE OF ALL HER EFFORTS FELL FROM HER BURNING EYES
phonemes: pˈʊɹ ˈɛθəl ! hˌaʊ ˈɔfən ɐ wˈɜːd ɪndˈɪfɹəntli ˈʌɾɚd, pˈeɪnfəli ɡˈɔːlz ðə hˈɪdən wˈuːnd ɪn ɐn ˈæŋʃəs ænd tˈɔːɹtʃɚd hˈɑːɹt ! ʃiː bˈɛnt hɜː pˈeɪl fˈeɪs tə hˈaɪd fɹʌm hɜː fˈɑːðɚz stˈɜːn ɡˈeɪz ðə tˈɪɹz wˈɪtʃ, ɪn spˈaɪt ʌv ˈɔːl hɜːɹ ˈɛfɚts, fˈɛl fɹʌm hɜː bˈɜːnɪŋ ˈaɪz.