text_original: Then, with stiffened fingers, but acute mind, she began to write to Neale. As she wrote into each word went something of the pang, the remorse, the sorrow, the love she felt; and when that letter was ended she laid the little book on her breast and knew for the first time in many years  peace.
text_transcription: THEN WITH STIFFENED FINGERS BUT ACUTE MIND SHE BEGAN TO WRITE TO MEAL AS SHE WROTE INTO EACH WORD WENT SOMETHING OF THE PANG THE REMORSE THE SORROW THE LOVE SHE FELT AND WHEN THAT LETTER WAS ENDED SHE LAID THE LITTLE BOOK ON HER BREAST AND KNEW FOR THE FIRST TIME IN MANY YEARS PEACE
phonemes: ðˈɛn, wɪð stˈɪfənd fˈɪŋɡɚz, bˌʌt ɐkjˈuːt mˈaɪnd, ʃiː bɪɡˈæn tə ɹˈaɪt tə nˈiːl. æz ʃiː ɹˈoʊt ˌɪntʊ ˈiːtʃ wˈɜːd wɛnt sˈʌmθɪŋ ʌvðə pˈæŋ, ðə ɹᵻmˈɔːɹs, ðə sˈɑːɹoʊ, ðə lˈʌv ʃiː fˈɛlt; ænd wɛn ðæt lˈɛɾɚ wʌz ˈɛndᵻd ʃiː lˈeɪd ðə lˈɪɾəl bˈʊk ˌɔn hɜː bɹˈɛst ænd nˈuː fɚðə fˈɜːst tˈaɪm ɪn mˈɛni jˈɪɹz pˈiːs.