text_original: At some future period, I shall subscribe myself your very rich and happy humble servant, FILMAR LETTER VIII FROM SIBELLA VALMONT TO CAROLINE ASHBURN Imagine me, Dear Caroline, sitting down to write to you in the dead of night, by an almost extinguished taper: Somewhat chilled with cold; yet that sensation overpowered by the tremor of surprise, of curiosity, of emotions, in fine, which I cannot describe or explain.
text_transcription: BASONYA SECRECY OR THE RUIN ON THE ROCK BY ELIZA FENWICK VOLUME TWO LETTERS EIGHT AND NINE LETTER EIGHT FROM ISABELLA VALMONT TO CAROLINE ASHBURN IMAGINE ME DEAR CAROLINE SITTING DOWN TO WRITE TO YOU IN THE DEAD OF NIGHT BY AN ALMOST EXTINGUISHED TAPER SOMEWHAT CHILLED WITH COLD YET THAT SENSATION OVERPOWERED BY THE TREMOR OF SURPRISE OF CURIOSITY OF EMOTIONS IN FINE WHICH I CANNOT DESCRIBE OR EXPLAIN
phonemes: æt sˌʌm fjˈuːtʃɚ pˈiəɹɪəd, aɪʃˌɐl səbskɹˈaɪb maɪsˈɛlf jʊɹ vˈɛɹi ɹˈɪtʃ ænd hˈæpi hˈʌmbəl sˈɜːvənt, fˈɪlmɚ lˈɛɾɚ ɹˌoʊmən ˈeɪt fɹʌm saɪbˈɛlə vˈælmɔnt tuː kˈæɹəlˌaɪn ˈæʃbɜːn ɪmˈædʒɪn mˌiː, dˈɪɹ kˈæɹəlˌaɪn, sˈɪɾɪŋ dˌaʊn tə ɹˈaɪt tə juː ɪnðə dˈɛd ʌv nˈaɪt, baɪ ɐn ˈɔːlmoʊst ɛkstˈɪŋɡwɪʃt tˈeɪpɚ: sˈʌmwʌt tʃˈɪld wɪð kˈoʊld; jˈɛt ðæt sɛnsˈeɪʃən ˌoʊvɚpˈaʊɚd baɪ ðə tɹˈɛmɚɹ ʌv sɚpɹˈaɪz, ʌv kjˌʊɹɹɪˈɔsᵻɾi, ʌv ɪmˈoʊʃənz, ɪn fˈaɪn, wˌɪtʃ aɪ kænˈɑːt dᵻskɹˈaɪb ɔːɹ ɛksplˈeɪn.