text_original: But you don't know how I loved my father. You don't know — you don't know. I was to have worked for him ; I was to have worked for him by and by, and we were to have led such a happy life together." She was growing strong again in spite of her grief. Her elastic temperament asserted itself in spite of her sorrow, which she never ceased to think of night and day, and she arose after her illness like a beautiful flower which had been beaten and crushed by the storm.
text_transcription: BUT YOU DON'T KNOW HOW I LOVE MY FATHER YOU DON'T KNOW YOU DON'T KNOW I WAS TO HAVE WORKED FOR HIM I WAS TO HAVE WORKED FOR HIM BY AND BY AND WE WERE TO HAVE LED SUCH A HAPPY LIFE TOGETHER SHE WAS GROWING STRONG AGAIN IN SPITE OF HER GRIEF HER ELASTIC TEMPERAMENT ASSERTED ITSELF IN SPITE OF HER SORROW WHICH SHE NEVER CEASED TO THINK OF NIGHT AND DAY AND SHE AROSE AFTER HER ILLNESS LIKE A BEAUTIFUL FLOWER WHICH HAD BEEN BEATEN AND CRUSHED BY THE STORM
phonemes: bˌʌt juː dˈoʊnt nˈoʊ hˌaʊ aɪ lˈʌvd maɪ fˈɑːðɚ. juː dˈoʊnt nˈoʊ — juː dˈoʊnt nˈoʊ. aɪ wʌz tə hæv wˈɜːkt fɔːɹ hˌɪm ; aɪ wʌz tə hæv wˈɜːkt fɔːɹ hˌɪm baɪ ænd bˈaɪ, ænd wiː wɜː tə hæv lˈɛd sˈʌtʃ ɐ hˈæpi lˈaɪf təɡˈɛðɚ." ʃiː wʌz ɡɹˈoʊɪŋ stɹˈɔŋ ɐɡˈɛn ɪn spˈaɪt ʌv hɜː ɡɹˈiːf. hɜːɹ ᵻlˈæstɪk tˈɛmpɹəmənt ɐsˈɜːɾᵻd ɪtsˈɛlf ɪn spˈaɪt ʌv hɜː sˈɑːɹoʊ, wˌɪtʃ ʃiː nˈɛvɚ sˈiːst tə θˈɪŋk ʌv nˈaɪt ænd dˈeɪ, ænd ʃiː ɚɹˈoʊz ˈæftɚ hɜːɹ ˈɪlnəs lˈaɪk ɐ bjˈuːɾifəl flˈaʊɚ wˌɪtʃ hɐdbɪn bˈiːʔn̩ ænd kɹˈʌʃt baɪ ðə stˈɔːɹm.