text_original: "He will sacrifice all to his long framed resolves," she said: "natural affection and feelings more potent still. St. John looks quiet, Jane; but he hides a fever in his vitals. You would think him gentle, yet in some things he is inexorable as death; and the worst of it is, my conscience will hardly permit me to dissuade him from his severe decision: certainly, I cannot for a moment blame him for it. It is right, noble, Christian: yet it breaks my heart!"
text_transcription: HE WILL SACRIFICE ALL TO HIS LONG FRAMED RESOLVES SHE SAID NATURAL AFFECTION AND FEELINGS MORE POTENT STILL SINGEAN LOOKS QUIET JANE BUT HE HIDES A FEVER IN HIS VITALS YOU WOULD THINK HIM GENTLE YET IN SOME THINGS HE IS INEXORABLE AS DEATH AND THE WORST OF IT IS MY CONSCIENCE WILL HARDLY PERMIT ME TO DISSUADE HIM FROM HIS SEVERE DECISION CERTAINLY I CANNOT FOR A MOMENT BLAME HIM FOR IT IT IS RIGHT NOBLE CHRISTIAN YET IT BREAKS MY HEART
phonemes: "hiː wɪl sˈækɹᵻfˌaɪs ˈɔːl tə hɪz lˈɔŋ fɹˈeɪmd ɹᵻzˈɑːlvz," ʃiː sˈɛd: "nˈætʃɚɹəl ɐfˈɛkʃən ænd fˈiːlɪŋz mˈɔːɹ pˈoʊtənt stˈɪl. sənt. dʒˈɑːn lˈʊks kwˈaɪət, dʒˈeɪn; bˌʌt hiː hˈaɪdz ɐ fˈiːvɚɹ ɪn hɪz vˈaɪɾəlz. juː wʊd θˈɪŋk hˌɪm dʒˈɛntəl, jˈɛt ɪn sˌʌm θˈɪŋz hiː ɪz ɪnˈɛksɚɹəbəl æz dˈɛθ; ænd ðə wˈɜːst ʌv ɪɾ ˈɪz, maɪ kˈɑːnʃəns wɪl hˈɑːɹdli pˈɜːmɪt mˌiː tə dɪswˈeɪd hˌɪm fɹʌm hɪz sᵻvˈɪɹ dᵻsˈɪʒən: sˈɜːʔn̩li, aɪ kænˈɑːt fɚɹə mˈoʊmənt blˈeɪm hˌɪm fɔːɹ ɪt. ɪɾ ɪz ɹˈaɪt, nˈoʊbəl, kɹˈɪstʃən: jˈɛt ɪt bɹˈeɪks maɪ hˈɑːɹt!"