text_original: Perhaps a miserable old age is in store for her.' 'Impossible!' I exclaimed; but the exclamation was swift and low; and my uncle, absorbed in contemplating his own designs, did not hear me. And at last he told me, after many pauses, many slow speeches, that you may write letters to me, and that I shall write letters to you. I would have kissed him, for I had seized his hand, but his eye spoke no encouragement; and I sat down again to glow, and to tremble.
text_transcription: PERHAPS A MISERABLE OLD AGE IS IN STORE FOR HER IMPOSSIBLE I EXCLAIMED BUT THE EXCLAMATION WAS SWIFT AND LOW AND MY UNCLE ABSORBED IN CONTEMPLATING HIS OWN DESIGNS DID NOT HEAR ME AND AT LAST HE TOLD ME AFTER MANY PAUSES MANY SLOW SPEECHES THAT YOU MAY WRITE LETTERS TO ME AND THAT I SHALL WRITE LETTERS TO YOU I WOULD HAVE KISSED HIM FOR I HAD SEIZED HIS HAND BUT HIS EYES SPOKE NO ENCOURAGEMENT AND I SAT DOWN AGAIN TO GLOW AND TO TREMBLE
phonemes: pɚhˈæps ɐ mˈɪzɹəbəl ˈoʊld ˈeɪdʒ ɪz ɪn stˈɔːɹ fɔːɹ hɜː.ɪmpˈɑːsᵻbəl!aɪ ɛksklˈeɪmd; bˌʌt ðɪ ɛksklɐmˈeɪʃən wʌz swˈɪft ænd lˈoʊ; ænd maɪ ˈʌŋkəl, ɐbsˈɔːɹbd ɪn kˈɑːntəmplˌeɪɾɪŋ hɪz ˈoʊn dɪzˈaɪnz, dɪdnˌɑːt hˈɪɹ mˌiː. ænd æt lˈæst hiː tˈoʊld mˌiː, ˈæftɚ mˈɛni pˈɔːzᵻz, mˈɛni slˈoʊ spˈiːtʃᵻz, ðæt juː mˈeɪ ɹˈaɪt lˈɛɾɚz tə mˌiː, ænd ðæt aɪʃˌɐl ɹˈaɪt lˈɛɾɚz tə juː. aɪ wʊdhɐv kˈɪst hˌɪm, fɔːɹ aɪ hæd sˈiːzd hɪz hˈænd, bˌʌt hɪz ˈaɪ spˈoʊk nˈoʊ ɛŋkˈɜːɹɪdʒmənt; ænd aɪ sˈæt dˌaʊn ɐɡˈɛn tə ɡlˈoʊ, ænd tə tɹˈɛmbəl.