text_original: I know you are unselfish as an angel, and you'd wish to do so ; but yours is not the giving up nature, my darling. You'd die under a great sorrow." " I think I should, Nelly," the girl answered, drawing closer to her friend, and trembling at the very thought of calamity ; " but how you speak, dear.
text_transcription: I KNOW YOU ARE UNSELFISH AS AN ANGEL AND YOU'D WISH TO DO SO BUT YOURS IS NOT THE GIVING UP NATURE MY DARLING YOU'D DIE UNDER A GREAT SORROW I THINK I SHOULD NELLY THE GIRL ANSWERED DRAWING CLOSER TO HER FRIEND AND TREMBLING AT THE VERY THOUGHT OF CALAMITY BUT HOW YOU SPEAK DEAR
phonemes: aɪ nˈoʊ juː ɑːɹ ʌnsˈɛlfɪʃ æz ɐn ˈeɪndʒəl, ænd juːd wˈɪʃ tə dˈuː soʊ ; bˌʌt jˈɔːɹz ɪz nˌɑːt ðə ɡˈɪvɪŋ ˌʌp nˈeɪtʃɚ, maɪ dˈɑːɹlɪŋ. juːd dˈaɪ ˌʌndɚɹ ɐ ɡɹˈeɪt sˈɑːɹoʊ." " aɪ θˈɪŋk aɪ ʃˈʊd, nˈɛli," ðə ɡˈɜːl ˈænsɚd, dɹˈɔːɪŋ klˈoʊsɚ tə hɜː fɹˈɛnd, ænd tɹˈɛmblɪŋ æt ðə vˈɛɹi θˈɔːt ʌv kɐlˈæmᵻɾi ; " bˌʌt hˌaʊ juː spˈiːk, dˈɪɹ.