text_original: He could not go on; but in the speechless agony of contending passions he leaned his head against the frame of the door near which he stood, and gazed wildly on Emmeline; who, pale as death, and trembling like a leaf, still sat before him unable to recall her scattered spirits.
text_transcription: HE COULD NOT GO ON BUT IN THE SPEECHLESS AGONY OF CONTENDING PASSIONS HE LEANED HIS HEAD AGAINST THE FRAME OF THE DOOR NEAR WHICH HE STOOD AND GAZED WILDLY ON EMMELINE WHO PALE AS DEATH AND TREMBLING LIKE A LEAF STILL SAT BEFORE HIM UNABLE TO RECALL HER SCATTERED SPIRITS
phonemes: hiː kʊd nˌɑːt ɡˌoʊ ˈɔn; bˌʌt ɪnðə spˈiːtʃləs ˈæɡəni ʌv kəntˈɛndɪŋ pˈæʃənz hiː lˈiːnd hɪz hˈɛd ɐɡˈɛnst ðə fɹˈeɪm ʌvðə dˈɔːɹ nˌɪɹ wˌɪtʃ hiː stˈʊd, ænd ɡˈeɪzd wˈaɪldli ˌɔn ˈɛmɪlˌaɪn; hˈuː, pˈeɪl æz dˈɛθ, ænd tɹˈɛmblɪŋ lˈaɪk ɐ lˈiːf, stˈɪl sˈæt bᵻfˌɔːɹ hˌɪm ʌnˈeɪbəl tə ɹᵻkˈɔːl hɜː skˈæɾɚd spˈɪɹɪts.