text_original: Nor do I think so ill of Hugh as thou dost, mother. And, for the rest, Heaven and the saints and her own discretion must be her guard till she shall return to us."
text_transcription: NOR DO I THINK SO ILL OF HUGH AS THOU DOST MOTHER AND FOR THE REST HEAVEN AND THE SAINTS AND HER OWN DISCRETION MUST BE HER GUARD TILL SHE SHALL RETURN TO US
phonemes: nˈɔːɹ dˈuː aɪ θˈɪŋk sˌoʊ ˈɪl ʌv hjˈuː æz ðˈaʊ dˈɑːst, mˈʌðɚ. ænd, fɚðə ɹˈɛst, hˈɛvən ænd ðə sˈeɪnts ænd hɜːɹ ˈoʊn dɪskɹˈɛʃən mˈʌst biː hɜː ɡˈɑːɹd tˈɪl ʃiː ʃˌæl ɹᵻtˈɜːn tʊ ˌʌs."