text_original: Rotha was struck dumb and still, and nothing but tears could give due vent to her feelings; they were tears of great joy, of repentance, of new purpose, and of very conscious inability to do anything of herself that would be good. She had sunk on her knees to let those tears have the accompaniment of prayer; she rose up again and clasped the Bible in her arms, in heartiest love to it.
text_transcription: ROTHA WAS STRUCK DUMB AND STILL AND NOTHING BUT TEARS COULD GIVE DUE VENT TO HER FEELINGS THEY WERE TEARS OF GREAT JOY OF REPENTANCE OF NEW PURPOSE AND OF VERY CONSCIOUS INABILITY TO DO ANYTHING OF HERSELF THAT WOULD BE GOOD SHE HAD SUNK ON HER KNEES TO LET THOSE TEARS HAVE THE ACCOMPANIMENT OF PRAYER SHE ROSE UP AGAIN AND CLASPED THE BIBLE IN HER ARMS IN HEARTIEST LOVE TO IT
phonemes: ɹˈɑːθə wʌz stɹˈʌk dˈʌm ænd stˈɪl, ænd nˈʌθɪŋ bˌʌt tˈɪɹz kʊd ɡˈɪv dˈuː vˈɛnt tə hɜː fˈiːlɪŋz; ðeɪ wɜː tˈɪɹz ʌv ɡɹˈeɪt dʒˈɔɪ, ʌv ɹᵻpˈɛntəns, ʌv nˈuː pˈɜːpəs, ænd ʌv vˈɛɹi kˈɑːnʃəs ɪnɐbˈɪləɾi tə dˈuː ˈɛnɪθˌɪŋ ʌv hɜːsˈɛlf ðæt wʊd biː ɡˈʊd. ʃiː hæd sˈʌŋk ˌɔn hɜː nˈiːz tə lˈɛt ðoʊz tˈɪɹz hæv ðɪ ɐkˈʌmpɐnˌɪmənt ʌv pɹˈɛɹ; ʃiː ɹˈoʊz ˌʌp ɐɡˈɛn ænd klˈæspt ðə bˈaɪbəl ɪn hɜːɹ ˈɑːɹmz, ɪn hˈɑːɹɾiɪst lˈʌv tʊ ɪt.