text_original: "My dear father, if I may call you so  " "Never call me by any other name," the aged nobleman interposed. He gazed for a few seconds into the pale, wan face upon the pillow, tears starting from his eyes while he did so; and then resumed: "William, my son, I know not why it is, but it is a fact nevertheless, a fact that you have won a place in my heart close by the side of my own noble boy.
text_transcription: MY DEAR FATHER IF I MAY CALL YOU SO NEVER CALL ME BY ANY OTHER NAME THE AGED NOBLEMAN INTERPOSED HE GAZED FOR A FEW SECONDS INTO THE PALE WAN FACE UPON THE PILLOW TEARS STARTING FROM HIS EYES WHILE HE DID SO AND THEN RESUMED WILLIAM MY SON I KNOW NOT WHY IT IS BUT IT IS A FACT NEVERTHELESS A FACT THAT YOU HAVE WON A PLACE IN MY HEART CLOSE BY THE SIDE OF MY OWN NOBLE BOY
phonemes: "maɪ dˈɪɹ fˈɑːðɚ, ɪf aɪ mˈeɪ kˈɔːl juː sˈoʊ  " "nˈɛvɚ kˈɔːl mˌiː baɪ ˌɛni ˈʌðɚ nˈeɪm," ðɪ ˈeɪdʒd nˈoʊbəlmən ˌɪntɚpˈoʊzd. hiː ɡˈeɪzd fɚɹə fjˈuː sˈɛkəndz ˌɪntʊ ðə pˈeɪl, wˈæn fˈeɪs əpˌɑːn ðə pˈɪloʊ, tˈɪɹz stˈɑːɹɾɪŋ fɹʌm hɪz ˈaɪz wˌaɪl hiː dˈɪd sˈoʊ; ænd ðˈɛn ɹᵻzˈuːmd: "wˈɪljəm, maɪ sˈʌn, aɪ nˈoʊ nˌɑːt wˌaɪ ɪɾ ˈɪz, bˌʌt ɪɾ ɪz ɐ fˈækt nˌɛvɚðəlˈɛs, ɐ fˈækt ðæt juː hæv wˈʌn ɐ plˈeɪs ɪn maɪ hˈɑːɹt klˈoʊs baɪ ðə sˈaɪd ʌv maɪ ˈoʊn nˈoʊbəl bˈɔɪ.