text_original: Xothing escaped her solicitude, for the eye of a lover is like that of a mother. Her whole soul flew to the rescue of him whom she could not shield with her body ; and, be it said to the glory and the shame of love, in that room, which contained her father and her father's persecutors, Ethel saw but one man.
text_transcription: NOTHING ESCAPED HER SOLICITUDE FOR THE EYE OF A LOVER IS LIKE THAT OF A MOTHER HER WHOLE SOUL FLEW TO THE RESCUE OF HIM WHOM SHE COULD NOT SHIELD WITH HER BODY AND BE IT SET TO THE GLORY AND THE SHAME OF LOVE IN THAT ROOM WHICH CONTAINED HER FATHER AND HER FATHER'S PERSECUTORS ETHEL SAW BUT ONE MAN
phonemes: zˈɑːθɪŋ ɛskˈeɪpt hɜː səlˈɪsɪtˌuːd, fɚðɪ ˈaɪ əvə lˈʌvɚɹ ɪz lˈaɪk ðæt əvə mˈʌðɚ. hɜː hˈoʊl sˈoʊl flˈuː tə ðə ɹˈɛskjuː ʌv hˌɪm hˈuːm ʃiː kʊd nˌɑːt ʃˈiːld wɪð hɜː bˈɑːdi ; ænd, biː ɪt sˈɛd tə ðə ɡlˈɔːɹi ænd ðə ʃˈeɪm ʌv lˈʌv, ɪn ðæt ɹˈuːm, wˌɪtʃ kəntˈeɪnd hɜː fˈɑːðɚ ænd hɜː fˈɑːðɚz pˈɜːsɪkjˌuːɾɚz, ˈɛθəl sˈɔː bˌʌt wˈʌn mˈæn.