text_original: Dolores flung herself down on the bed, patting the dead face with nervous fingers; but she was dry eyed, no filial despair raised tumult in her breast, her pleading was for the impossible  for the dead lips to speak  and when she was refused her plea, she sprang from the couch in a paroxysm of royal fury: "Now, by the powers of evil, he shall lie uncoffined until those secretive lips read me the riddle they have half told!"
text_transcription: DOLORES FLUNG HERSELF DOWN ON THE BED PETTING THE DEAD FACE WITH NERVOUS FINGERS BUT SHE WAS DRY EYED NO FILIAL DESPAIR RAISED TUMULT IN HER BREAST HER PLEADING WAS FOR THE IMPOSSIBLE FOR THE DEAD LIVES TO SPEAK AND WHEN SHE WAS REFUSED HER PLEA SHE SPRANG FROM THE COUCH IN A PAROXYSM OF ROYAL FURY NOW BY THE POWERS OF EVIL HE SHALL LIE UNCOFING UNTIL THOSE SECRETIVEPS READ ME THE RIDDLE THEY HAVE HALF TOLD
phonemes: dəlˈɔːɹɪs flˈʌŋ hɜːsˈɛlf dˌaʊn ɔnðə bˈɛd, pˈæɾɪŋ ðə dˈɛd fˈeɪs wɪð nˈɜːvəs fˈɪŋɡɚz; bˌʌt ʃiː wʌz dɹˈaɪ ˈaɪd, nˈoʊ fˈɪlɪəl dᵻspˈɛɹ ɹˈeɪzd tˈuːmʌlt ɪn hɜː bɹˈɛst, hɜː plˈiːdɪŋ wʌz fɚðɪ ɪmpˈɑːsᵻbəl fɚðə dˈɛd lˈɪps tə spˈiːk ænd wɛn ʃiː wʌz ɹᵻfjˈuːzd hɜː plˈiː, ʃiː spɹˈæŋ fɹʌmðə kˈaʊtʃ ɪn ɐ pˈæɹəksˌɪzəm ʌv ɹˈɔɪəl fjˈʊɹɹi: "nˈaʊ, baɪ ðə pˈaʊɚz ʌv ˈiːvəl, hiː ʃˌæl lˈaɪ ʌŋkˈɔfaɪnd ʌntˈɪl ðoʊz sˈiːkɹətˌɪv lˈɪps ɹˈiːd mˌiː ðə ɹˈɪdəl ðeɪ hæv hˈæf tˈoʊld!"