text_original: CLEMENT MONTGOMERY LETTER XIV FROM SIBELLA VALMONT TO CAROLINE ASHBURN Why in that moment should I turn coward, and rush from my purposes? Why did imagination cast an unusual gloom around me? Why did I sigh and tremble?
text_transcription: VOLUME ONE LETTER FOURTEEN FROM CYBELA VALMONT TO CAROLINE ASHBURN WHY IN THAT MOMENT SHOULD I TURN COWARD AND RUSH FOR MY PURPOSES WHY DID IMAGINATION CAST AN UNUSUAL GLOOM AROUND ME WHY DID I SIGH AND TREMBLE
phonemes: klˈɛmənt mɑːntɡˈɑːmɚɹi lˈɛɾɚ ɹˌoʊmən fˈɔːɹtiːn fɹʌm saɪbˈɛlə vˈælmɔnt tuː kˈæɹəlˌaɪn ˈæʃbɜːn wˌaɪ ɪn ðæt mˈoʊmənt ʃˌʊd aɪ tˈɜːn kˈaʊɚd, ænd ɹˈʌʃ fɹʌm maɪ pˈɜːpəsᵻz? wˌaɪ dˈɪd ɪmˌædʒᵻnˈeɪʃən kˈæst ɐn ʌnjˈuːʒuːəl ɡlˈuːm ɚɹˈaʊnd mˌiː? wˌaɪ dˈɪd aɪ sˈaɪ ænd tɹˈɛmbəl?