text_original: *' * Whose portrait is it, Solly?" But the man appeared unconscious of the governor's inquiry. He continued to gaze steadfastly upon the portrait And he said, as if he had forgotten that anyone was present beside the portrait and himself, in a tone of voice whose tenderness, to a toneless pen, is indescribable— " How came she to be sitting on that chair? And what a strange look she has upon her face! My darling!"
text_transcription: WHOSE PORTRAIT IS IT SALLY BUT THE MAN APPEARED UNCONSCIOUS OF THE GOVERNOR'S INQUIRY HE CONTINUED TO GAZE STEADFASTLY UPON THE PORTRAIT AND HE SAID AS IF HE HAD FORGOTTEN THAT ANY ONE WAS PRESENT BESIDE THE PORTRAIT AND HIMSELF IN A TONE OF VOICE WHOSE TENDERNESS TO A TONELESS PEN IS INDESCRIBABLE HOW CAME SHE TO BE SITTING ON THAT CHAIR AND WHAT A STRANGE LOOK SHE HAS UPON HER FACE MY DARLING
phonemes: ˈæstɚɹˌɪsk ˈæstɚɹˌɪsk hˌuːz pˈɔːɹtɹɪt ɪz ɪt, sˈɑːli?" bˌʌt ðə mˈæn ɐpˈɪɹd ʌŋkˈɑːnʃəs ʌvðə ɡˈʌvɚnɚz ˈɪŋkwɚɹi. hiː kəntˈɪnjuːd tə ɡˈeɪz stˈɛdfæstli əpˌɑːn ðə pˈɔːɹtɹɪt ænd hiː sˈɛd, æz ɪf hiː hæd fɚɡˈɑːʔn̩ ðæt ˈɛnɪwˌʌn wʌz pɹˈɛzənt bᵻsˌaɪd ðə pˈɔːɹtɹɪt ænd hɪmsˈɛlf, ɪn ɐ tˈoʊn ʌv vˈɔɪs hˌuːz tˈɛndɚnəs, tʊ ɐ tˈoʊnləs pˈɛn, ɪz ˌɪndᵻskɹˈaɪbəbəl— " hˌaʊ kˈeɪm ʃiː təbi sˈɪɾɪŋ ˌɔn ðæt tʃˈɛɹ? ænd wʌt ɐ stɹˈeɪndʒ lˈʊk ʃiː hɐz əpˌɑːn hɜː fˈeɪs! maɪ dˈɑːɹlɪŋ!"