text_original: And, my dear son  for you are as a son to me  I will do by your daughter as I would by a daughter of my own." Sir William murmured a few words in grateful response; but they were not needed. His tears, and the impulsive grasp of his feeble hand, spoke louder than any words could have done.
text_transcription: AND MY DEAR SON FOR YOU ARE AS A SON TO ME I WILL DO BY YOUR DAUGHTER AS I WOULD DO BY A DAUGHTER OF MY OWN SIR WILLIAM MURMURED A FEW WORDS IN GRATEFUL RESPONSE BUT THEY WERE NOT NEEDED HIS TEARS AND THE IMPULSIVE GRASP OF HIS FEEBLE HAND SPOKEKE LOUDER THAN ANY WORDS COULD HAVE DONE
phonemes: ænd, maɪ dˈɪɹ sˈʌn fɔːɹ juː ɑːɹ æz ɐ sˈʌn tə mˌiː aɪ wɪl dˈuː baɪ jʊɹ dˈɔːɾɚɹ æz aɪ wʊd baɪ ɐ dˈɔːɾɚɹ ʌv maɪ ˈoʊn." sˌɜː wˈɪljəm mˈɜːmɚd ɐ fjˈuː wˈɜːdz ɪn ɡɹˈeɪtfəl ɹᵻspˈɑːns; bˌʌt ðeɪ wɜː nˌɑːt nˈiːdᵻd. hɪz tˈɪɹz, ænd ðɪ ɪmpˈʌlsɪv ɡɹˈæsp ʌv hɪz fˈiːbəl hˈænd, spˈoʊk lˈaʊdɚ ðɐn ˌɛni wˈɜːdz kˌʊdɐv dˈʌn.