text_original: When she tossed for long sleepless hours upon her fevered bed, picturing her Ordener, perhaps even then, in the arms of another, fairer, richer, nobler than herself ? For, thought she, I was mad indeed to suppose that he would brave death for me. Ordener is the son of a viceroy, of a great lord, and I am nothing but a poor prisoner, nothing but the daughter of a proscribed and exiled man.
text_transcription: WHEN SHE TOSSED FOR LONG SLEEPLESS HOURS UPON HER FEVERED BED PICTURING HER ORDNER PERHAPS EVEN THEN IN THE ARMS OF ANOTHER FAIRER RICHER NOBLER THAN HERSELF FOR THOUGHT SHE I WAS MAD INDEED TO SUPPOSE THAT HE WOULD BRAVE DEATH FOR ME ORDNA IS THE SON OF A VICEROY OF A GREAT LORD AND I AM NOTHING BUT A POOR PRISONER NOTHING BUT THE DAUGHTER OF A PROSCRIBED AND EXILED MAN
phonemes: wˌɛn ʃiː tˈɔst fɔːɹ lˈɔŋ slˈiːpləs ˈaʊɚz əpˌɑːn hɜː fˈiːvɚd bˈɛd, pˈɪktʃɚɹɪŋ hɜːɹ ˈɔːɹdənɚ, pɚhˈæps ˈiːvən ðˈɛn, ɪnðɪ ˈɑːɹmz ʌv ɐnˈʌðɚ, fˈɛɹɚ, ɹˈɪtʃɚ, nˈoʊblɚ ðɐn hɜːsˈɛlf ? fɔːɹ, θˈɔːt ʃiː, aɪ wʌz mˈæd ˌɪndˈiːd tə səpˈoʊz ðæt hiː wʊd bɹˈeɪv dˈɛθ fɔːɹ mˌiː. ˈɔːɹdənɚɹ ɪz ðə sˈʌn əvə vˈaɪsɹɔɪ, əvə ɡɹˈeɪt lˈɔːɹd, ænd aɪɐm nˈʌθɪŋ bˌʌt ɐ pˈʊɹ pɹˈɪzənɚ, nˈʌθɪŋ bˌʌt ðə dˈɔːɾɚɹ əvə pɹəskɹˈaɪbd ænd ˈɛɡzaɪld mˈæn.