text_original: My darling father, do you know me so little as to think that I would grudge you the last farthing I had in the world, if you wanted it T 3 Her thoughts rambled on in strange confusion until they grew bewildering; her brain became dizzy with perpetual repetitions of the same idea ; when she lifted her head — her poor, weary, burning, heavy head, which seemed a leaden weight that it was almost impossible to raise — and GOOD BAMAMTANB.
text_transcription: MY DARLING FATHER DO YOU KNOW ME SO LITTLE AS TO THINK THAT I WOULD GRUDGE YOU THE LAST FARTHING I HAD IN THE WORLD IF YOU WANTED IT HER THOUGHTS RAMBLED ON IN STRANGE CONFUSION UNTIL THEY GREW BEWILDERING HER BRAIN BECAME DIZZY WITH PERPETUAL REPETITIONS OF THE SAME IDEA WHEN SHE LIFTED HER HEAD HER POOR WEARY BURNING HEAVY HEAD WHICH SEEMED A LEADEN WEIGHT THAT IT WAS ALMOST IMPOSSIBLE TO RAISE AND
phonemes: maɪ dˈɑːɹlɪŋ fˈɑːðɚ, dˈuː juː nˈoʊ mˌiː sˌoʊ lˈɪɾəl æz tə θˈɪŋk ðæt aɪ wʊd ɡɹˈʌdʒ juː ðə lˈæst fˈɑːɹθɪŋ aɪ hæd ɪnðə wˈɜːld, ɪf juː wˈɔntᵻd ɪt tˈiː θɹˈiː hɜː θˈɔːts ɹˈæmbəld ˌɔn ɪn stɹˈeɪndʒ kənfjˈuːʒən ʌntˈɪl ðeɪ ɡɹˈuː bᵻwˈɪldɚɹɪŋ; hɜː bɹˈeɪn bɪkˌeɪm dˈɪzi wɪð pɚpˈɛtʃuːəl ɹˌɛpətˈɪʃənz ʌvðə sˈeɪm aɪdˈiə ; wˌɛn ʃiː lˈɪftᵻd hɜː hˈɛd — hɜː pˈʊɹ, wˈɪɹi, bˈɜːnɪŋ, hˈɛvi hˈɛd, wˌɪtʃ sˈiːmd ɐ lˈɛdən wˈeɪt ðˌɐɾɪt wʌz ˈɔːlmoʊst ɪmpˈɑːsᵻbəl tə ɹˈeɪz — ænd ɡˈʊd bˈæmɐmtˌænb.