text_original: The flesh was weak, but Emily would grant it no indulgence. She finished her dressing, and came very slowly, with dizzy head and tottering steps, down stairs into the little, bare parlor where Anne was working and Charlotte writing a letter.
text_transcription: THE FLESH WAS WEAK BUT EMILY WOULD GRANT IT NO INDULGENCE SHE FINISHED HER DRESSING AND CAME VERY SLOWLY WITH DIZZY HEAD AND TOTTERING STEPS DOWNSTAIRS INTO THE LITTLE BARE PARLOR WHERE ANNE WAS WORKING AND CHARLOTTE WRITING A LETTER
phonemes: ðə flˈɛʃ wʌz wˈiːk, bˌʌt ˈɛmᵻli wʊd ɡɹˈænt ɪt nˈoʊ ɪndˈʌldʒəns. ʃiː fˈɪnɪʃt hɜː dɹˈɛsɪŋ, ænd kˈeɪm vˈɛɹi slˈoʊli, wɪð dˈɪzi hˈɛd ænd tˈɑːɾɚɹɪŋ stˈɛps, dˌaʊn stˈɛɹz ˌɪntʊ ðə lˈɪɾəl, bˈɛɹ pˈɑːɹlɚ wˌɛɹ ˈæn wʌz wˈɜːkɪŋ ænd ʃˈɑːɹlət ɹˈaɪɾɪŋ ɐ lˈɛɾɚ.