text_original: Eleanor's love for the light  hearted, heedless girl, had something almost motherly in its nature. " I know we shall never quite understand each other, Laura," she said; " but I think I could give up my life for your sake, my dear."
text_transcription: ELEANOR'S LOVE FOR THE LIGHT HEARTED HEEDLESS GIRL HAD SOMETHING ALMOST MOTHERLY IN ITS NATURE I KNOW WE SHALL NEVER QUITE UNDERSTAND EACH OTHER LAURA SHE SAID BUT I THINK I COULD GIVE UP MY LIFE FOR YOUR SAKE MY DEAR
phonemes: ᵻlˈiːnɚz lˈʌv fɚðə lˈaɪt hˈɑːɹɾᵻd, hˈiːdləs ɡˈɜːl, hæd sˈʌmθɪŋ ˈɔːlmoʊst mˈʌðɚli ɪn ɪts nˈeɪtʃɚ. " aɪ nˈoʊ wiːʃˌɐl nˈɛvɚ kwˈaɪt ˌʌndɚstˈænd ˈiːtʃ ˈʌðɚ, lˈɔːɹə," ʃiː sˈɛd; " bˌʌt aɪ θˈɪŋk aɪ kʊd ɡˈɪv ˌʌp maɪ lˈaɪf fɔːɹ jʊɹ sˈeɪk, maɪ dˈɪɹ."