text_original: But still a little hope flickered in those sisterly hearts. " She gi'ows daily weaker," wrote Charlotte, on that memorable Tuesday morning ; seeing surely no portent that this — this ! was to be the last of the days and the hours of her weakness.
text_transcription: BUT STILL A LITTLE HOPE FLICKERED IN THOSE SISTERLY HEARTS SHE GROWS DAILY WEAKER WROTE CHARLOTTE ON THAT MEMORABLE TUESDAY MORNING SEEING SURELY NO PORTENT THAN THIS THIS WAS TO BE THE LAST OF THE DAYS AND HOURS OF HER WEAKNESS
phonemes: bˌʌt stˈɪl ɐ lˈɪɾəl hˈoʊp flˈɪkɚd ɪn ðoʊz sˈɪstɚli hˈɑːɹts. " ʃiː dʒˈɪoʊz dˈeɪli wˈiːkɚ," ɹˈoʊt ʃˈɑːɹlət, ˌɔn ðæt mˈɛmɚɹəbəl tˈuːzdeɪ mˈɔːɹnɪŋ ; sˈiːɪŋ ʃˈʊɹli nˈoʊ pˈɔːɹtənt ðæt ðˈɪs — ðˈɪs ! wʌz təbi ðə lˈæst ʌvðə dˈeɪz ænd ðɪ ˈaʊɚz ʌv hɜː wˈiːknəs.