text_original: Rotha lost herself for a while here, longing for her mother, and crying in spirit for her next friend, Mr. Digby; wondering at his silence, mourning his absence; and it was when a new gush of indignation at her aunt seemed to run through all her veins, that she caught herself up and remembered the work in hand, and slowly and sorrowfully came back to it. How angry she was at Mrs. Busby this minute!
text_transcription: ROTHA LOST HERSELF FOR A WHILE HERE LONGING FOR HER MOTHER AND CRYING IN SPIRIT FOR HER NEXT FRIEND MISTER DIGBY WONDERING AT HIS SILENCE MOURNING HIS ABSENCE AND IT WAS WHEN A NEW GUSH OF INDIGNATION AT HER AUNT SEEMED TO RUN THROUGH ALL HER VEINS THAT SHE CAUGHT HERSELF UP AND REMEMBERED THE WORK IN HAND AND SLOWLY AND SORROWFULLY CAME BACK TO IT HOW ANGRY SHE WAS AT MISSUS BUSBY THIS MINUTE
phonemes: ɹˈɑːθə lˈɔst hɜːsˈɛlf fɚɹə wˈaɪl hˈɪɹ, lˈɔŋɪŋ fɔːɹ hɜː mˈʌðɚ, ænd kɹˈaɪɪŋ ɪn spˈɪɹɪt fɔːɹ hɜː nˈɛkst fɹˈɛnd, mˈɪstɚ. dˈɪɡbi; wˈʌndɚɹɪŋ æt hɪz sˈaɪləns, mˈɔːɹnɪŋ hɪz ˈæbsəns; ænd ɪt wʌz wɛn ɐ nˈuː ɡˈʌʃ ʌv ɪndɪɡnˈeɪʃən æt hɜːɹ ˈænt sˈiːmd tə ɹˈʌn θɹuː ˈɔːl hɜː vˈeɪnz, ðæt ʃiː kˈɔːt hɜːsˈɛlf ˌʌp ænd ɹᵻmˈɛmbɚd ðə wˈɜːk ɪn hˈænd, ænd slˈoʊli ænd sˈɑːɹoʊfəli kˈeɪm bˈæk tʊ ɪt. hˌaʊ ˈæŋɡɹi ʃiː wʌz æt mˈɪsɪz. bˈʌsbi ðɪs mˈɪnɪt!