text_original: For what had she been saved? The train creaked on, and every foot added to her woe. Her unquenchable spirit, pure as a white flame that had burned so wonderfully through the months of her peril, flickered now that her peril ceased to be.
text_transcription: FOR WHAT HAD SHE BEEN SAVED THE TRAIN CREAKED ON AND EVERY FOOT ADDED TO HER WOE HER UNQUENCHABLE SPIRIT PURE AS A WHITE FLAME THAT HAD BURNED SO WONDERFULLY THROUGH THE MONTHS OF HER PERIL FLICKERED NOW THAT HER PERIL CEASED TO BE
phonemes: fɔːɹ wʌt hæd ʃiː bˌɪn sˈeɪvd? ðə tɹˈeɪn kɹˈiːkt ˈɔn, ænd ˈɛvɹi fˈʊt ˈædᵻd tə hɜː wˈoʊ. hɜːɹ ʌŋkwˈɛntʃəbəl spˈɪɹɪt, pjˈʊɹ æz ɐ wˈaɪt flˈeɪm ðæt hæd bˈɜːnd sˌoʊ wˈʌndɚfəli θɹuː ðə mˈʌnθs ʌv hɜː pˈɛɹəl, flˈɪkɚd nˈaʊ ðæt hɜː pˈɛɹəl sˈiːst tə bˈiː.