text_original: 'Who is to separate us, pray! They'll meet the   fate of Milo. Not as long as I live, Ellen ; for no mortal creature. Every Linton on the face of the earth might melt into nothing, before I could consent to forsake Heathcliff.
text_transcription: WHO IS TO SEPARATE US PRAY THEY'LL MEET THE FATE OF MY LOW NOT AS LONG AS I LIVE ELLEN FOR NO MORTAL CREATURE EVERY LINTON ON THE FACE OF THE EARTH MIGHT MELT INTO NOTHING BEFORE I COULD CONSENT TO FORSAKE HEATHCLIFF
phonemes: hˌuː ɪz tə sˈɛpɚɹˌeɪt ˌʌs, pɹˈeɪ! ðeɪl mˈiːt ðə fˈeɪt ʌv mˈaɪloʊ. nˌɑːt æz lˈɔŋ æz aɪ lˈɪv, ˈɛlən ; fɔːɹ nˈoʊ mˈɔːɹɾəl kɹˈiːtʃɚ. ˈɛvɹi lˈɪntən ɔnðə fˈeɪs ʌvðɪ ˈɜːθ mˌaɪt mˈɛlt ˌɪntʊ nˈʌθɪŋ, bᵻfˌɔːɹ aɪ kʊd kənsˈɛnt tə fɔːɹsˈeɪk hˈiːθklɪf.