text_original: "Daughter." said the aged prisoner, "for some days you have looked pale, as if life had never warmed the blood in HANS OF ICELAND. 407 your veins. For several mornings you have approached me with red and swollen lids, with eyes that have wept and watched.
text_transcription: DAUGHTER SAID THE AGED PRISONER FOR SOME DAYS YOU HAVE LOOKED PALE AS IF LIFE HAD NEVER WARMED THE BLOOD IN YOUR VEINS FOR SEVERAL MORNINGS YOU HAVE APPROACHED ME WITH RED AND SWOLLEN LIDS WITH EYES THAT HAVE WEPT AND WATCHED
phonemes: "dˈɔːɾɚ." sˈɛd ðɪ ˈeɪdʒd pɹˈɪzənɚ, "fɔːɹ sˌʌm dˈeɪz juː hæv lˈʊkt pˈeɪl, æz ɪf lˈaɪf hæd nˈɛvɚ wˈɔːɹmd ðə blˈʌd ɪn hˈænz ʌv ˈaɪslənd. fˈɔːɹhˈʌndɹɪd sˈɛvən jʊɹ vˈeɪnz. fɔːɹ sˈɛvɹəl mˈɔːɹnɪŋz juː hæv ɐpɹˈoʊtʃt mˌiː wɪð ɹˈɛd ænd swˈoʊlən lˈɪdz, wɪð ˈaɪz ðæt hæv wˈɛpt ænd wˈɑːtʃt.