text_original: He's not going to have any babyin' ! " I drew my hands from the frantic grasp, took away that last hold on human sympathy, and hurried o ut, while his cry of " Oh, mutter! mutter!" rung in my ears as I turned and looked on his pure high brow for the last time
text_transcription: HE'S NOT GOING TO HAVE ANY BABY I DREW MY HANDS FROM THE FRANTIC GRASP TOOK AWAY THAT LAST HOLD ON HUMAN SYMPATHY AND HURRIED OUT WHILE THIS CRY OF OLD MUTTER MUTTER RUNG IN MY EARS AS I TURNED AND LOOKED ON HIS PURE HIGH BROW FOR THE LAST TIME
phonemes: hiːz nˌɑːt ɡˌoʊɪŋ tə hæv ˌɛni bˈeɪbiˌɪn ! " aɪ dɹˈuː maɪ hˈændz fɹʌmðə fɹˈæntɪk ɡɹˈæsp, tˈʊk ɐwˈeɪ ðæt lˈæst hˈoʊld ˌɔn hjˈuːmən sˈɪmpəθi, ænd hˈɜːɹid ˈoʊ ˈʌt, wˌaɪl hɪz kɹˈaɪ ʌv " ˈoʊ, mˈʌɾɚ! mˈʌɾɚ!" ɹˈʌŋ ɪn maɪ ˈɪɹz æz aɪ tˈɜːnd ænd lˈʊkt ˌɔn hɪz pjˈʊɹ hˈaɪ bɹˈaʊ fɚðə lˈæst tˈaɪm