text_original: "Monsieur" — in her voice there came now and then a throb which was in odd consonance with the pathos of her whole appearance — '* I entreat you to believe that I am in earnest ; I entreat you to believe that to me life is less than nothing, tliat all that is left me is to die.
text_transcription: MONSIEUR IN HER VOICE THERE CAME NOW AND THEN A THROB WHICH WAS IN ODD CONSONANCE WITH THE PATHOS OF HER WHOLE APPEARANCE I ENTREAT YOU TO BELIEVE THAT I AM IN EARNEST I ENTREAT YOU TO BELIEVE THAT TO ME LIFE IS LESS THAN NOTHING THAT ALL THAT IS LEFT ME IS TO DIE
phonemes: "məsjˈɜː" — ɪn hɜː vˈɔɪs ðɛɹ kˈeɪm nˈaʊ ænd ðˈɛn ɐ θɹˈɑːb wˌɪtʃ wʌz ɪn ˈɑːd kˈɑːnsənəns wɪððə pˈeɪθɑːs ʌv hɜː hˈoʊl ɐpˈɪɹəns — ˈæstɚɹˌɪsk aɪ ɛntɹˈiːt juː tə bᵻlˈiːv ðæt aɪɐm ɪn ˈɜːnɪst ; aɪ ɛntɹˈiːt juː tə bᵻlˈiːv ðæt tə mˌiː lˈaɪf ɪz lˈɛs ðɐn nˈʌθɪŋ, tˈiːlˈaɪət ˈɔːl ðæt ɪz lˈɛft mˌiː ɪz tə dˈaɪ.