text_original: Don't you see? Your father is suffering." It was Margery who had thus interfered. The dying man would have checked her, but his voice failed him, and he sank back on the pillow with a moan of pain. Sank back and lifted not his head again; neither did he speak any more. Half an hour later the son was kneeling by the bedside in devout prayer, while the bereaved wife, now widowed, wept in the first great sorrow of her life.
text_transcription: DON'T YOU SEE YOUR FATHER IS SUFFERING IT WAS MARJORIE WHO HAD THUS INTERFERED THE DYING MAN WOULD HAVE CHECKED HER BUT HIS VOICE FAILED HIM AND HE SANK BACK ON THE PILLOW WITH A MOAN OF PAIN SANK BACK AND LIFTED NOT HIS HEAD AGAIN NEITHER DID HE SPEAK ANY MORE HALF AN HOUR LATER THE SUN WAS KNEELING BY THE BEDSIDE IN DEVOUT PRAYER WHILE THE BEREAVED WIFE NOW WIDOWED WEPT IN THE FIRST GREAT SORROW OF HER LIFE
phonemes: dˈoʊnt juː sˈiː? jʊɹ fˈɑːðɚɹ ɪz sˈʌfɚɹɪŋ." ɪt wʌz mˈɑːɹdʒɚɹi hˌuː hæd ðˈʌs ˌɪntəfˈɪɹd. ðə dˈaɪɪŋ mˈæn wʊdhɐv tʃˈɛkt hɜː, bˌʌt hɪz vˈɔɪs fˈeɪld hˌɪm, ænd hiː sˈæŋk bˈæk ɔnðə pˈɪloʊ wɪð ɐ mˈoʊn ʌv pˈeɪn. sˈæŋk bˈæk ænd lˈɪftᵻd nˌɑːt hɪz hˈɛd ɐɡˈɛn; nˈiːðɚ dˈɪd hiː spˈiːk ˌɛni mˈɔːɹ. hˈæf ɐn ˈaʊɚ lˈeɪɾɚ ðə sˈʌn wʌz nˈiːlɪŋ baɪ ðə bˈɛdsaɪd ɪn dɪvˈaʊt pɹˈɛɹ, wˌaɪl ðə bˈɛɹiːvd wˈaɪf, nˈaʊ wˈɪdoʊd, wˈɛpt ɪnðə fˈɜːst ɡɹˈeɪt sˈɑːɹoʊ ʌv hɜː lˈaɪf.