text_original: But memory, too faithful, repeated to her shrinking soul the words which had struck at the very fountain of life; she turned them over dully in her mind, "As I would cut off my right hand, should it become polluted beyond cleansing, so also will I sever thee from my life."
text_transcription: BUT MEMORY TOO FAITHFUL REPEATED TO HER SHRINKING SOUL THE WORDS WHICH HAD STRUCK THE VERY FOUNTAIN OF LIFE SHE TURNED THEM OVER DULLY IN HER MIND AS I WOULD CUT OFF MY RIGHT HAND SHOULD IT BECOME POLLUTED BEYOND CLEANSING SO ALSO I WILL SEVER THEE FROM MY LIFE
phonemes: bˌʌt mˈɛmɚɹi, tˈuː fˈeɪθfəl, ɹᵻpˈiːɾᵻd tə hɜː ʃɹˈɪŋkɪŋ sˈoʊl ðə wˈɜːdz wˌɪtʃ hæd stɹˈʌk æt ðə vˈɛɹi fˈaʊntɪn ʌv lˈaɪf; ʃiː tˈɜːnd ðˌɛm ˌoʊvɚ dˈʌli ɪn hɜː mˈaɪnd, "æz aɪ wʊd kˈʌt ˈɔf maɪ ɹˈaɪt hˈænd, ʃˌʊd ɪt bɪkˌʌm pəlˈuːɾᵻd bᵻjˌɔnd klˈɛnzɪŋ, sˌoʊ ˈɔːlsoʊ wɪl aɪ sˈɛvɚ ðiː fɹʌm maɪ lˈaɪf."