text_original: During this interval, in which my soul was wound up to the last stretch of rapturous expectation, Narcissa endeavoured to reconcile some of her relations in town to her marriage with me; but, finding them all deaf to her remonstrances, either out of envy or prejudice, she told me with the most enchanting sweetness, while the tears bedewed her lovely cheeks, "Sure the world will no longer question your generosity when you take a poor forlorn beggar to your arms?"
text_transcription: DURING THIS INTERVAL IN WHICH MY SOUL WAS WOUND UP TO THE LAST STRETCH OF RAPTUROUS EXPECTATION NARCISSA ENDEAVOURED TO RECONCILE SOME OF HER RELATIONS IN TOWN TO HER MARRIAGE WITH ME BUT FINDING THEM ALL DEAF TO HER REMONSTRANCES EITHER OUT OF ENVY OR PREJUDICE SHE TOLD ME WITH THE MOST ENCHANTING SWEETNESS WHILE THE TEARS BEDEWED HER LOVELY CHEEKS SURE THE WORLD WOULD NO LONGER QUESTION YOUR GENEROSITY WHEN YOU TAKE A POOR FORLORN BEGGAR TO YOUR ARMS
phonemes: dˈʊɹɹɪŋ ðɪs ˈɪntɚvəl, ɪnwˌɪtʃ maɪ sˈoʊl wʌz wˌaʊnd ˈʌp tə ðə lˈæst stɹˈɛtʃ ʌv ɹˈæptʃɚɹəs ɛkspɪktˈeɪʃən, nɑːɹsˈɪsə ɛndˈɛvɚd tə ɹˈɛkənsˌaɪl sˌʌm ʌv hɜː ɹᵻlˈeɪʃənz ɪn tˈaʊn tə hɜː mˈæɹɪdʒ wɪð mˌiː; bˌʌt, fˈaɪndɪŋ ðˌɛm ˈɔːl dˈɛf tə hɜː ɹˈɛmənstɹənsᵻz, ˈiːðɚɹ ˌaʊɾəv ˈɛnvi ɔːɹ pɹˈɛdʒuːdɪs, ʃiː tˈoʊld mˌiː wɪððə mˈoʊst ɛntʃˈæntɪŋ swˈiːtnəs, wˌaɪl ðə tˈɪɹz bᵻdˈuːd hɜː lˈʌvli tʃˈiːks, "ʃˈʊɹ ðə wˈɜːld wɪl nˌoʊ lˈɑːŋɡɚ kwˈɛstʃən jʊɹ dʒˌɛnɚɹˈɔsᵻɾi wɛn juː tˈeɪk ɐ pˈʊɹ fˈɔːɹlɔːɹn bˈɛɡɚ tə jʊɹ ˈɑːɹmz?"