text_original: How angry she was at Mrs. Busby this minute! what a long way she was yet, with all her wishes and resolves, from the loving tenderness of heart which would forgive everything. She went on, hoping always for more light, and willing to take the sharpest charges home to herself.
text_transcription: HOW ANGRY SHE WAS AT MISSUS BUSBY THIS MINUTE WHAT A LONG WAY SHE WAS YET WITH ALL HER WISHES AND RESOLVES FROM THE LOVING TENDERNESS OF HEART WHICH WOULD FORGIVE EVERYTHING SHE WENT ON HOPING ALWAYS FOR MORE LIGHT AND WILLING TO TAKE THE SHARPEST CHARGES HOME TO HERSELF
phonemes: hˌaʊ ˈæŋɡɹi ʃiː wʌz æt mˈɪsɪz. bˈʌsbi ðɪs mˈɪnɪt! wˌʌt ɐ lˈɔŋ wˈeɪ ʃiː wʌz jˈɛt, wɪð ˈɔːl hɜː wˈɪʃᵻz ænd ɹᵻzˈɑːlvz, fɹʌmðə lˈʌvɪŋ tˈɛndɚnəs ʌv hˈɑːɹt wˌɪtʃ wʊd fɚɡˈɪv ˈɛvɹɪθˌɪŋ. ʃiː wɛnt ˈɔn, hˈoʊpɪŋ ˈɔːlweɪz fɔːɹ mˈɔːɹ lˈaɪt, ænd wˈɪlɪŋ tə tˈeɪk ðə ʃˈɑːɹpɪst tʃˈɑːɹdʒᵻz hˈoʊm tə hɜːsˈɛlf.