text_original: The soft heart and tender spirits of Emmeline had not yet recovered the detail she had heard of her father's death. A pensive melancholy hung over her; which the Chevalier, nothing doubting his own perfections, hoped was owing to a growing affection for himself.
text_transcription: THE SOFT HEART AND TENDER SPIRITS OF EMMELINE HAD NOT YET RECOVERED THE DETAIL SHE HAD HEARD OF HER FATHER'S DEATH A PENSIVE MELANCHOLY HUNG OVER HER WHICH THE CHEVALIER NOTHING DOUBTING HIS OWN PERFECTIONS HOPED WAS OWING TO A GROWING AFFECTION FOR HIMSELF
phonemes: ðə sˈɔft hˈɑːɹt ænd tˈɛndɚ spˈɪɹɪts ʌv ˈɛmɪlˌaɪn hæd nˌɑːt jˈɛt ɹᵻkˈʌvɚd ðə diːtˈeɪl ʃiː hæd hˈɜːd ʌv hɜː fˈɑːðɚz dˈɛθ. ɐ pˈɛnsɪv mˈɛləŋkˌɑːli hˈʌŋ ˈoʊvɚ hɜː; wˌɪtʃ ðə ʃˌɛvɐlˈɪɹ, nˈʌθɪŋ dˈaʊɾɪŋ hɪz ˈoʊn pɚfˈɛkʃənz, hˈoʊpt wʌz ˈoʊɪŋ tʊ ɐ ɡɹˈoʊɪŋ ɐfˈɛkʃən fɔːɹ hɪmsˈɛlf.