text_original: I could not look into her face and say it. The years of torment and suffering were written there in characters not to be mistaken. Sarah Temple, the beauty, was dead indeed. The hope which threatened to light again the dead fires in the woman's eyes frightened me.
text_transcription: I COULD NOT LOOK INTO HER FACE AND SAY IT THE YEARS OF TORMENT AND SUFFERING WERE WRITTEN THERE IN CHARACTERS NOT TO BE MISTAKEN SARAH TEMPLE THE BEAUTY WAS DEAD INDEED THE HOPE WHICH THREATENED TO LIGHT AGAIN THE DEAD FIRES IN THE WOMAN'S EYES FRIGHTENED ME
phonemes: aɪ kʊd nˌɑːt lˈʊk ˌɪntʊ hɜː fˈeɪs ænd sˈeɪ ɪt. ðə jˈɪɹz ʌv tˈɔːɹmɛnt ænd sˈʌfɚɹɪŋ wɜː ɹˈɪʔn̩ ðɛɹ ɪn kˈæɹɪktɚz nˌɑːt təbi mɪstˈeɪkən. sˈɛɹə tˈɛmpəl, ðə bjˈuːɾi, wʌz dˈɛd ˌɪndˈiːd. ðə hˈoʊp wˌɪtʃ θɹˈɛʔn̩d tə lˈaɪt ɐɡˈɛn ðə dˈɛd fˈaɪɚz ɪnðə wˈʊmənz ˈaɪz fɹˈaɪʔn̩d mˌiː.