text_original: I can't do it distinctly ; but I'll give you a feeling of how I feel.' 246 EMILY BROXTE. " She seated herself by me again ; her coun  tenance grew sadder and graver, and her clasped hands trembled. " * Nelly, do you never dream queer dreams ? ! she said, suddenly, after some minutes' reflection.
text_transcription: I CAN'T DO IT DISTINCTLY BUT I'LL GIVE YOU A FEELING OF HOW I FEEL SHE SEATED HERSELF BY ME AGAIN HER COUNTENANCE GREW SADDER AND GRAVER AND HER CLASPED HANDS TREMBLED NELLIE DO YOU NEVER DREAM QUEER DREAMS SHE SAID SUDDENLY AFTER SOME MINUTES REFLECTION
phonemes: aɪ kˈænt dˈuː ɪt dɪstˈɪŋktli ; bˌʌt aɪl ɡˈɪv juː ɐ fˈiːlɪŋ ʌv hˌaʊ aɪ fˈiːl.tˈuːhˈʌndɹɪd fˈɔːɹɾi sˈɪks ˈɛmᵻli bɹˈɑːkst. " ʃiː sˈiːɾᵻd hɜːsˈɛlf baɪ mˌiː ɐɡˈɛn ; hɜː kˈaʊn tˈɛnəns ɡɹˈuː sˈædɚ ænd ɡɹˈeɪvɚ, ænd hɜː klˈæspt hˈændz tɹˈɛmbəld. " ˈæstɚɹˌɪsk nˈɛli, dˈuː juː nˈɛvɚ dɹˈiːm kwˈɪɹ dɹˈiːmz ? ! ʃiː sˈɛd, sˈʌdənli, ˈæftɚ sˌʌm mˈɪnɪts ɹᵻflˈɛkʃən.