text_original: No ; this was no delirium — there was a terrible reality in her words. The eyes looking up at him were not bright with 294  ^^'^ along the River, fever, but with the steady resolute soul within — the soul panting for freedom from sin.
text_transcription: NO THIS WAS NO DELIRIUM THERE WAS A TERRIBLE REALITY IN HER WORDS THE EYES LOOKING UP AT HIM WERE NOT BRIGHT WITH FEVER BUT WITH THE STEADY RESOLUTE SOUL WITHIN THE SOUL PANTING FOR FREEDOM FROM SIN
phonemes: nˈoʊ ; ðɪs wʌz nˈoʊ dᵻlˈɪɹiəm — ðɛɹwˌʌz ɐ tˈɛɹᵻbəl ɹɪˈælᵻɾi ɪn hɜː wˈɜːdz. ðɪ ˈaɪz lˈʊkɪŋ ˌʌp æt hˌɪm wɜː nˌɑːt bɹˈaɪt wɪð tˈuːhˈʌndɹɪd nˈaɪnti fˈɔːɹ ɐlˈɔŋ ðə ɹˈɪvɚ, fˈiːvɚ, bˌʌt wɪððə stˈɛdi ɹˈɛzəlˌuːt sˈoʊl wɪðˈɪn — ðə sˈoʊl pˈæntɪŋ fɔːɹ fɹˈiːdəm fɹʌm sˈɪn.