text_original: Emmeline now with trembling hands searched her pockets for a bottle of salts which she sometimes carried. She luckily had it; and, in another pocket, some Hungary water, with which she bathed the temples of her friend, who still lay apparently dead.
text_transcription: EMMELINE NOW WITH TREMBLING HANDS SEARCHED HER POCKETS FOR A BOTTLE OF SALTS WHICH SHE SOMETIMES CARRIED SHE LUCKILY HAD IT AND IN ANOTHER POCKET SOME HUNGRY WATER WITH WHICH SHE BATHED THE TEMPLES OF HER FRIEND WHO STILL LAY APPARENTLY DEAD
phonemes: ˈɛmɪlˌaɪn nˈaʊ wɪð tɹˈɛmblɪŋ hˈændz sˈɜːtʃt hɜː pˈɑːkɪts fɚɹə bˈɑːɾəl ʌv sˈɔlts wˌɪtʃ ʃiː sˈʌmtaɪmz kˈæɹid. ʃiː lˈʌkili hˌædɪt; ænd, ɪn ɐnˈʌðɚ pˈɑːkɪt, sˌʌm hˈʌŋɡɚɹi wˈɔːɾɚ, wɪð wˌɪtʃ ʃiː bˈeɪðd ðə tˈɛmpəlz ʌv hɜː fɹˈɛnd, hˌuː stˈɪl lˈeɪ ɐpˈæɹəntli dˈɛd.