text_original: She pressed her hands against her brow. Her eyes flashed fire. " I see why it was sent to us, what it is we have to do. Eric, we have to find the knife." I began to fear, from her frenzied manner, that her brain must in reality be softening.
text_transcription: SHE PRESSED HER HANDS AGAINST HER BROW HER EYES FLASHED FIRE I SEE WHY IT WAS SENT TO US WHAT IT IS WE HAVE TO DO ERIC WE HAVE TO FIND THE KNIFE I BEGAN TO FEAR FROM HER FRENZIED MANNER THAT HER BRAIN MUST IN REALITY BE SOFTENING
phonemes: ʃiː pɹˈɛst hɜː hˈændz ɐɡˈɛnst hɜː bɹˈaʊ. hɜːɹ ˈaɪz flˈæʃt fˈaɪɚ. " aɪ sˈiː wˌaɪ ɪt wʌz sˈɛnt tʊ ˌʌs, wˌʌt ɪɾ ɪz wiː hæv tə dˈuː. ˈɛɹɪk, wiː hæv tə fˈaɪnd ðə nˈaɪf." aɪ bɪɡˈæn tə fˈɪɹ, fɹʌm hɜː fɹˈɛnzid mˈænɚ, ðæt hɜː bɹˈeɪn mˈʌst ɪn ɹɪˈælᵻɾi biː sˈɔfənɪŋ.