text_original: Yet my heart had been bursting with grief. Then for an hour he had lain quieter, except that he had looked sadly in my direction, and striven to make some sign with his death cold hands. At last he again essayed his piteous request in a hoarse, deep voice, but the words issued in so many inarticulate sounds, and once more I failed to divine his meaning. By turns I brought each member of the household to his bedside, and gave him something to drink, but he only shook his head sorrowfully.
text_transcription: YET MY HEART HAD BEEN BURSTING WITH GRIEF THEN FOR AN HOUR HE HAD LAIN QUIETER EXCEPT THAT HE HAD LOOKED SADLY IN MY DIRECTION AND STRIVEN TO MAKE SOME SIGN WITH HIS DEATH COLD HANDS AT LAST HE AGAIN ESSAYED HIS PITEOUS REQUEST IN A HOARSE DEEP VOICE BUT THE WORDS ISSUED IN SO MANY INARTICULATE SOUNDS AND ONCE MORE I FAILED TO DIVINE HIS MEANING BY TURNS I BROUGHT EACH MEMBER OF THE HOUSEHOLD TO HIS BEDSIDE AND GAVE HIM SOMETHING TO DRINK BUT HE ONLY SHOOK HIS HEAD SORROWFULLY
phonemes: jˈɛt maɪ hˈɑːɹt hɐdbɪn bˈɜːstɪŋ wɪð ɡɹˈiːf. ðˈɛn fɚɹən ˈaʊɚ hiː hæd lˈeɪn kwˈaɪəɾɚ, ɛksˈɛpt ðæt hiː hæd lˈʊkt sˈædli ɪn maɪ dᵻɹˈɛkʃən, ænd stɹˈɪvən tə mˌeɪk sˌʌm sˈaɪn wɪð hɪz dˈɛθ kˈoʊld hˈændz. æt lˈæst hiː ɐɡˈɛn ˈɛseɪd hɪz pˈɪɾiəs ɹᵻkwˈɛst ɪn ɐ hˈɔːɹs, dˈiːp vˈɔɪs, bˌʌt ðə wˈɜːdz ˈɪʃuːd ɪn sˌoʊ mˈɛni ɪnɑːɹtˈɪkjʊlˌeɪt sˈaʊndz, ænd wˈʌns mˈɔːɹ aɪ fˈeɪld tə dᵻvˈaɪn hɪz mˈiːnɪŋ. baɪ tˈɜːnz aɪ bɹˈɔːt ˈiːtʃ mˈɛmbɚɹ ʌvðə hˈaʊshoʊld tə hɪz bˈɛdsaɪd, ænd ɡˈeɪv hˌɪm sˈʌmθɪŋ tə dɹˈɪŋk, bˌʌt hiː ˈoʊnli ʃˈʊk hɪz hˈɛd sˈɑːɹoʊfəli.