text_original: Miserable wretch that I am! perhaps the same horrors are decreed for me!" "No!" cried she, after some pause, "I shall never live to such extremity of distress; my own hand shall open a way for my deliverance, before I arrive at that forlorn period!"
text_transcription: MISERABLE WRETCH THAT I AM PERHAPS THE SAME HORRORS ARE DECREED FROM ME NO CRIED SHE AFTER SOME PAUSE I SHALL NEVER LIVE TO SUCH EXTREMITY OF DISTRESS MY OWN HAND SHALL OPEN AWAY FOR MY DELIVERANCE BEFORE I ARRIVE AT THAT FORLORN PERIOD
phonemes: mˈɪzɹəbəl ɹˈɛtʃ ðæt aɪˈæm! pɚhˈæps ðə sˈeɪm hˈɔɹɚz ɑːɹ dᵻkɹˈiːd fɔːɹ mˌiː!" "nˈoʊ!" kɹˈaɪd ʃiː, ˈæftɚ sˌʌm pˈɔːz, "aɪʃˌɐl nˈɛvɚ lˈɪv tə sˈʌtʃ ɛkstɹˈɛmᵻɾi ʌv dɪstɹˈɛs; maɪ ˈoʊn hˈænd ʃˌæl ˈoʊpən ɐ wˈeɪ fɔːɹ maɪ dᵻlˈɪvɚɹəns, bᵻfˌɔːɹ aɪ ɚɹˈaɪv æt ðæt fˈɔːɹlɔːɹn pˈiəɹɪəd!"