text_original: Two months passed by, and her aunt still hovered between life and death. Mrs. Farren's letters had not given any definite reason for hope; and yet hopefulness pervaded every line, and clung to every sentence like a sweet perfume.
text_transcription: TWO MONTHS PASSED BY AND HER AUNT STILL HOVERED BETWEEN LIFE AND DEATH MISSUS FARRAND'S LETTERS HAD NOT GIVEN ANY DEFINITE REASON FOR HOPE AND YET HOPEFULNESS PERVADED EVERY LINE AND CLUNG TO EVERY SENTENCE LIKE A SWEET PERFUME
phonemes: tˈuː mˈʌnθs pˈæst bˈaɪ, ænd hɜːɹ ˈænt stˈɪl hˈʌvɚd bᵻtwˌiːn lˈaɪf ænd dˈɛθ. mˈɪsɪz. fˈæɹənz lˈɛɾɚz hæd nˌɑːt ɡˈɪvən ˌɛni dˈɛfɪnət ɹˈiːzən fɔːɹ hˈoʊp; ænd jˈɛt hˈoʊpfəlnəs pɚvˈeɪdᵻd ˈɛvɹi lˈaɪn, ænd klˈʌŋ tʊ ˈɛvɹi sˈɛntəns lˈaɪk ɐ swˈiːt pˈɜːfjuːm.