text_original: 'Come hither, child,' my uncle said as I entered; 'and tell me if this be a likeness.' He presented to me a small case, and I beheld the picture of Clement. I folded both hands over it on my bosom. I had not words to thank Mr. Valmont; but the tears that rolled upon my cheeks were tears of gratitude.
text_transcription: COME HITHER CHILD MY UNCLE SAID AS I ENTERED AND TELL ME IF THIS BE A LIKENESS HE PRESENTED TO ME A SMALL CASE AND I BEHELD A PICTURE OF CLEMENT I FOLDED BOTH HANDS OVER IT ON MY BOSOM I HAD NOT WORDS TO THANK MISTER VALMONT BUT THE TEARS THAT ROLLED UPON MY CHEEKS WERE TEARS OF GRATITUDE
phonemes: kˈʌm hˈɪðɚ, tʃˈaɪld,maɪ ˈʌŋkəl sˈɛd æz aɪ ˈɛntɚd; ænd tˈɛl mˌiː ɪf ðɪs biː ɐ lˈaɪknəs.hiː pɹɪzˈɛntᵻd tə mˌiː ɐ smˈɔːl kˈeɪs, ænd aɪ bᵻhˈɛld ðə pˈɪktʃɚɹ ʌv klˈɛmənt. aɪ fˈoʊldᵻd bˈoʊθ hˈændz ˌoʊvɚɹ ɪɾ ˌɔn maɪ bˈʊzəm. aɪ hæd nˌɑːt wˈɜːdz tə θˈæŋk mˈɪstɚ. vˈælmɔnt; bˌʌt ðə tˈɪɹz ðæt ɹˈoʊld əpˌɑːn maɪ tʃˈiːks wɜː tˈɪɹz ʌv ɡɹˈæɾɪtˌuːd.