text_original: The one grave exception to the grinning faces of the Privy Councillors was the face of Lord North. He sat fixed in rigidity, too well aware of all that depended upon the glittering slanders of Wedderburn to find any matter of mirth in them.
text_transcription: THE ONE GRAVE EXCEPTION TO THE GRINNING FACES OF THE PRIVY COUNCILLORS WAS THE FACE OF LORD NORTH HE SAT FIXED IN RIGIDITY TOO WELL AWARE OF ALL THAT DEPENDED UPON THE GLITTERING SLANDERS OF WATERBOURNE TO FIND ANY MATTER OF MIRTH IN THEM
phonemes: ðə wˈʌn ɡɹˈeɪv ɛksˈɛpʃən tə ðə ɡɹˈɪnɪŋ fˈeɪsᵻz ʌvðə pɹˈɪvi kˈaʊnsɪlɚz wʌzðə fˈeɪs ʌv lˈɔːɹd nˈɔːɹθ. hiː sˈæt fˈɪkst ɪn ɹɪdʒˈɪdᵻɾi, tˈuː wˈɛl ɐwˈɛɹ ʌv ˈɔːl ðæt dᵻpˈɛndᵻd əpˌɑːn ðə ɡlˈɪɾɚɹɪŋ slˈændɚz ʌv wˈɛdɚbˌɜːn tə fˈaɪnd ˌɛni mˈæɾɚɹ ʌv mˈɜːθ ɪn ðˌɛm.