text_original: Wretched he!" Then he fell exhausted into his chair, and while his breast heaved with sighs, poor Ethel, trembling with fright, wept at his feet. " Do not weep, my daughter," said he, in gloomy tones ; " come, oh, come to my heart ! " And he clasped her in his arms. Ethel knew not how to explain this caress at a moment of rage, but he resumed : " At least, girl, you were more clear sighted than your old father.
text_transcription: WRETCHED HE THEN HE FELL EXHAUSTED INTO HIS CHAIR AND WHILE HIS BREAST HEAVED WITH SIGHS POOR ETHEL TREMBLING WITH FRIGHT WEPT AT HIS FEET DO NOT WEEP MY DAUGHTER SAID HE IN GLOOMY TONES COME OH COME TO MY HEART AND HE CLASPED HER IN HIS ARMS ETHEL KNEW NOT HOW TO EXPLAIN THIS CARESS AT THE MOMENT OF RAGE BUT HE RESUMED AT LEAST GIRL YOU WERE MORE CLEAR SIGHTED THAN YOUR OLD FATHER
phonemes: ɹˈɛtʃᵻd hiː!" ðˈɛn hiː fˈɛl ɛɡzˈɔːstᵻd ˌɪntʊ hɪz tʃˈɛɹ, ænd wˌaɪl hɪz bɹˈɛst hˈiːvd wɪð sˈaɪz, pˈʊɹ ˈɛθəl, tɹˈɛmblɪŋ wɪð fɹˈaɪt, wˈɛpt æt hɪz fˈiːt. " duːnˌɑːt wˈiːp, maɪ dˈɔːɾɚ," sˈɛd hiː, ɪn ɡlˈuːmi tˈoʊnz ; " kˈʌm, ˈoʊ, kˈʌm tə maɪ hˈɑːɹt ! " ænd hiː klˈæspt hɜːɹ ɪn hɪz ˈɑːɹmz. ˈɛθəl nˈuː nˌɑːt hˌaʊ tʊ ɛksplˈeɪn ðɪs kɚɹˈɛs æɾə mˈoʊmənt ʌv ɹˈeɪdʒ, bˌʌt hiː ɹᵻzˈuːmd : " æt lˈiːst, ɡˈɜːl, juː wɜː mˈɔːɹ klˈɪɹ sˈaɪɾᵻd ðɐn jʊɹ ˈoʊld fˈɑːðɚ.