text_original: He stood with his hand on the apron of the hansom in such a way that he prevented us from entering. Digitized by 60 THE JOSS. " Miss Blyth, you don't look like your uncle — God forbid ! You look honest and true. If you have a woman's heart in your bosom I entreat you to hear me. Your uncle did me the greatest injury a man could have done. I implore you to help me to undo that injury, so far as, by the grace of God, it can be undone." He spoke in a strain of passion which I could see that Pollie did not altogether relish. I didn't either.
text_transcription: HE STOOD WITH HIS HAND ON THE APRON OF THE HANSOM IN SUCH A WAY THAT HE PREVENTED US FROM ENTERING MISS BLITH YOU DON'T LOOK LIKE YOUR UNCLE GOD FORBID YOU LOOK HONEST AND TRUE IF YOU HAVE A WOMAN'S HEART IN YOUR BOSOM I ENTREAT YOU TO HEAR ME YOUR UNCLE DID ME THE GREATEST INJURY A MAN COULD HAVE DONE I IMPLORE YOU TO HELP ME TO UNDO THAT INJURY SO FAR AS BY THE GRACE OF GOD IT CAN BE UNDONE HE SPOKE IN A STRAIN OF PASSION WHICH I COULD SEE THAT POLLY DID NOT ALTOGETHER RELISH I DIDN'T EITHER
phonemes: hiː stˈʊd wɪð hɪz hˈænd ɔnðɪ ˈeɪpɹən ʌvðə hˈænsəm ɪn sˈʌtʃ ɐ wˈeɪ ðæt hiː pɹɪvˈɛntᵻd ˌʌs fɹʌm ˈɛntɚɹɪŋ. dˈɪdʒɪtˌaɪzd baɪ sˈɪksti ðə dʒˈɑːs. " mˈɪs blˈɪθ, juː dˈoʊnt lˈʊk lˈaɪk jʊɹ ˈʌŋkəl — ɡˈɑːd fɚbˈɪd ! juː lˈʊk ˈɑːnɪst ænd tɹˈuː. ɪf juː hæv ɐ wˈʊmənz hˈɑːɹt ɪn jʊɹ bˈʊzəm aɪ ɛntɹˈiːt juː tə hˈɪɹ mˌiː. jʊɹ ˈʌŋkəl dˈɪd mˌiː ðə ɡɹˈeɪɾɪst ˈɪndʒɚɹi ɐ mˈæn kˌʊdɐv dˈʌn. aɪ ɪmplˈɔːɹ juː tə hˈɛlp mˌiː tʊ ʌndˈuː ðæt ˈɪndʒɚɹi, sˈoʊ fˌɑːɹ æz, baɪ ðə ɡɹˈeɪs ʌv ɡˈɑːd, ɪt kæn biː ʌndˈʌn." hiː spˈoʊk ɪn ɐ stɹˈeɪn ʌv pˈæʃən wˌɪtʃ aɪ kʊd sˈiː ðæt pˈɑːli dɪdnˌɑːt ˌɔːltəɡˈɛðɚ ɹˈɛlɪʃ. aɪ dˈɪdnt ˈiːðɚ.