text_original: pardon my wretched weakness, Emmeline! I know I ought to conquer it! But I cannot help wishing  I cannot help being anxious to hear of him! Yet would I conceal from every one but you that the recollection of this unhappy man never a moment leaves me. Tell me, my angelic friend!
text_transcription: PARDON MY WRETCHED WEAKNESS EMMELINE I KNOW I OUGHT TO CONQUER IT BUT I CANNOT HELP WISHING I CANNOT HELP BEING ANXIOUS TO HEAR OF HIM YET WOULD I CONCEAL FROM EVERY ONE BUT YOU THAT THE RECOLLECTION OF THIS UNHAPPY MAN NEVER A MOMENT LEAVES ME TELL ME MY ANGELIC FRIEND
phonemes: pˈɑːɹdən maɪ ɹˈɛtʃᵻd wˈiːknəs, ˈɛmɪlˌaɪn! aɪ nˈoʊ aɪ ˈɔːt tə kˈɑːŋkɚɹ ɪt! bˌʌt aɪ kænˈɑːt hˈɛlp wˈɪʃɪŋ aɪ kænˈɑːt hˈɛlp bˌiːɪŋ ˈæŋʃəs tə hˈɪɹ ʌv hˌɪm! jˈɛt wʊd aɪ kənsˈiːl fɹʌm ˈɛvɹi wˈʌn bˌʌt juː ðætðə ɹˌɛkəlˈɛkʃən ʌv ðɪs ʌnhˈæpi mˈæn nˈɛvɚɹ ɐ mˈoʊmənt lˈiːvz mˌiː. tˈɛl mˌiː, maɪ ændʒˈɛlɪk fɹˈɛnd!