text_original: "Poor old woman," he said to himself. "This is a bitter cold night to be begging on the roadside. It is, indeed. I am truly sorry for her." And as his footsteps became fainter, the beggar woman whispered, "I must not give up. Perhaps the next traveler will help me."
text_transcription: POOR OLD WOMAN HE SAID TO HIMSELF THIS IS A BIT COLD NIGHT TO BE BEGGING ON THE ROADSIDE IT IS INDEED I AM TRULY SORRY FOR HER AND AS HIS FOOTSTEPS BECAME FAINTER THE BEGGAR WOMAN WHISPERED I MUST NOT GIVE UP PERHAPS THE NEXT TRAVELLER WILL HELP ME
phonemes: "pˈʊɹ ˈoʊld wˈʊmən," hiː sˈɛd tə hɪmsˈɛlf. "ðɪs ɪz ɐ bˈɪɾɚ kˈoʊld nˈaɪt təbi bˈɛɡɪŋ ɔnðə ɹˈoʊdsaɪd. ɪɾ ˈɪz, ˌɪndˈiːd. aɪɐm tɹˈuːli sˈɑːɹi fɔːɹ hɜː." ænd æz hɪz fˈʊtstɛps bɪkˌeɪm fˈeɪntɚ, ðə bˈɛɡɚ wˈʊmən wˈɪspɚd, "aɪ mˈʌst nˌɑːt ɡˈɪv ˈʌp. pɚhˈæps ðə nˈɛkst tɹˈævəlɚ wɪl hˈɛlp mˌiː."