text_original: Days be  fore that he should have been " a boy again; " aye, a baby, a very infant — should have been soothed and softened and comforted with all the tenderness of moth  er love; but even now, in this cruel extremity, every sign of sympathy was denied him. Some one put a hand gently but firmly on each of my shoulders, turned my back to him, took me out of the room, and I hurried awav, while the air shuddered with his shrieks and groans.
text_transcription: DAYS BEFORE THAT HE SHOULD HAVE BEEN A BOY AGAIN I A BABY A VERY INFANT SHOULD HAVE BEEN SOOTHED AND SOFTENED AND COMFORTED WITH ALL THE TENDERNESS OF MOTHER LOVE BUT EVEN NOW IN THIS CRUEL EXTREMITY EVERY SIGN OF SYMPATHY WAS DENIED HIM SOME ONE PUT A HAND GENTLY BUT FIRMLY ON EACH OF MY SHOULDERS TURNED MY BACK TO HIM TOOK ME OUT OF THE ROOM AND I HURRIED AWAY WHILE THE AIR SHUDDERED WITH HIS SHRIEKS AND GROANS
phonemes: dˈeɪz biː fˈɔːɹ ðˈæt hiː ʃˌʊdəv bˌɪn " ɐ bˈɔɪ ɐɡˈɛn; " ˈaɪ, ɐ bˈeɪbi, ɐ vˈɛɹi ˈɪnfənt — ʃˌʊdəv bˌɪn sˈuːðd ænd sˈɔfənd ænd kˈʌmfɚɾᵻd wɪð ˈɔːl ðə tˈɛndɚnəs ʌv mˈɑːθ ˈɜː lˈʌv; bˌʌt ˈiːvən nˈaʊ, ɪn ðɪs kɹˈuːəl ɛkstɹˈɛmᵻɾi, ˈɛvɹi sˈaɪn ʌv sˈɪmpəθi wʌz dᵻnˈaɪd hˌɪm. sˈʌmwʌn pˌʊt ɐ hˈænd dʒˈɛntli bˌʌt fˈɜːmli ˌɔn ˈiːtʃ əv maɪ ʃˈoʊldɚz, tˈɜːnd maɪ bˈæk tə hˌɪm, tˈʊk mˌiː ˌaʊɾəv ðə ɹˈuːm, ænd aɪ hˈɜːɹid ɐwˈæv, wˌaɪl ðɪ ˈɛɹ ʃˈʌdɚd wɪð hɪz ʃɹˈiːks ænd ɡɹˈoʊnz.