text_original: 'She cannot walk,' cried Fitz Edward, 'yet will not let me support her. Will _you_, Miss Mowbray, accept my arm; perhaps it may enable you to guide better the faultering steps of your friend.'
text_transcription: SHE CANNOT WALK CRIED FITZ EDWARD YET WILL NOT LET ME SUPPORT HER WILL YOU MISS MOWBRAY ACCEPT MY ARM PERHAPS IT MIGHT ENABLE YOU TO GUIDE BETTER THE FALTERING STEPS OF YOUR FRIEND
phonemes: ʃiː kænˈɑːt wˈɔːk,kɹˈaɪd fˈɪts ˈɛdwɚd, jˈɛt wɪl nˌɑːt lˈɛt mˌiː səpˈɔːɹt hɜː. wˈɪl juː, mˈɪs mˈoʊbɹeɪ, ɐksˈɛpt maɪ ˈɑːɹm; pɚhˈæps ɪt mˈeɪ ɛnˈeɪbəl juː tə ɡˈaɪd bˈɛɾɚ ðə fˈɔltɚɹɪŋ stˈɛps ʌv jʊɹ fɹˈɛnd.