text_original: She gave him her hand, and allowed him to place it upon his head, always his favorite means of expression when she followed an outburst of rage with contrition; and in softer tone she begged for an answer to the riddle that had been left with her. "Come, Sultana," Milo said, once more laying a hand on her shoulder, this time without resentment from her. "Thy father, the Red Chief, left much to be told; I will tell thee all, but not now.
text_transcription: SHE GAVE HIM HER HAND AND ALLOWED HIM TO PLACE IT UPON HIS HEAD ALWAYS HIS FAVOURITE MEANS OF EXPRESSION WHEN SHE FOLLOWED AN OUTBURST OF RAGE WITH CONTRITION AND IN SOFTER TONE SHE BEGGED FOR AN ANSWER TO THE RIDDLE THAT HAD BEEN LEFT WITH HER COME SULTANA MY LO SAID ONCE MORE LAYING A HAND ON HER SHOULDER THIS TIME WITHOUT RESENTMENT FROM HER THY FATHER THE RED CHIEF LEFT MUCH TO BE TOLD I WILL TELL THEE ALL BUT NOT NOW
phonemes: ʃiː ɡˈeɪv hˌɪm hɜː hˈænd, ænd ɐlˈaʊd hˌɪm tə plˈeɪs ɪɾ əpˌɑːn hɪz hˈɛd, ˈɔːlweɪz hɪz fˈeɪvɚɹᵻt mˈiːnz ʌv ɛkspɹˈɛʃən wɛn ʃiː fˈɑːloʊd ɐn ˈaʊtbɜːst ʌv ɹˈeɪdʒ wɪð kəntɹˈɪʃən; ænd ɪn sˈɔftɚ tˈoʊn ʃiː bˈɛɡd fɚɹən ˈænsɚ tə ðə ɹˈɪdəl ðæt hɐdbɪn lˈɛft wɪð hɜː. "kˈʌm, sʌltˈɑːnə," mˈaɪloʊ sˈɛd, wˈʌns mˈɔːɹ lˈeɪɪŋ ɐ hˈænd ˌɔn hɜː ʃˈoʊldɚ, ðɪs tˈaɪm wɪðˌaʊt ɹᵻzˈɛntmənt fɹʌm hɜː. "ðˌaɪ fˈɑːðɚ, ðə ɹˈɛd tʃˈiːf, lˈɛft mˈʌtʃ təbi tˈoʊld; aɪ wɪl tˈɛl ðiː ˈɔːl, bˌʌt nˌɑːt nˈaʊ.