text_original: She had come very nearly to the end of her life's jotimey, and doubtless her thoughts travelled a long way back on the road, bridging space, and lingering among those flowery tracks of youth which seem always so fair to the onlooker, with a beauty which the little pilgrim straying therein seldom recognises until he has left them far behind. Jeanne read the letter.
text_transcription: SHE HAD COME VERY NEARLY TO THE END OF HER LIFE'S JOURNEY AND DOUBTLESS HER THOUGHTS TRAVELLED A LONG WAY BACK ON THE ROAD BRIDGING SPACE AND LINGERING AMONG THOSE FLOWERY TRACTS OF YOUTH WHICH SEEM ALWAYS SO FAIR TO THE ONLOOKER WITH A BEAUTY WHICH THE LITTLE PILGRIM STRAYING THEREIN SELDOM RECOGNIZES UNTIL HE HAS LEFT THEM FAR BEHIND JEAN READ THE LETTER
phonemes: ʃiː hæd kˈʌm vˈɛɹi nˌɪɹli tə ðɪ ˈɛnd ʌv hɜː lˈaɪfz dʒˈoʊɾaɪmi, ænd dˈaʊtləs hɜː θˈɔːts tɹˈævəld ɐ lˈɔŋ wˈeɪ bˈæk ɔnðə ɹˈoʊd, bɹˈɪdʒɪŋ spˈeɪs, ænd lˈɪŋɡɚɹɪŋ ɐmˌʌŋ ðoʊz flˈaʊɚɹi tɹˈæks ʌv jˈuːθ wˌɪtʃ sˈiːm ˈɔːlweɪz sˌoʊ fˈɛɹ tə ðɪ ˈɑːnlʊkɚ, wɪð ɐ bjˈuːɾi wˌɪtʃ ðə lˈɪɾəl pˈɪlɡɹɪm stɹˈeɪɪŋ ðɛɹˈɪn sˈɛldəm ɹˈɛkəɡnˌaɪzᵻz ʌntˈɪl hiː hɐz lˈɛft ðˌɛm fˈɑːɹ bᵻhˈaɪnd. dʒˈiːn ɹˈiːd ðə lˈɛɾɚ.