text_original: But soon the comb slipped from her feeble grasp into the cinders. She, the intrepid, active Emily, watched it burn and smoulder, too weak to lift it, while the nauseous, hateful odor of burnt bone rose into her face.
text_transcription: BUT SOON THE COMB SLIPPED FROM HER FEEBLE GRASP INTO THE CINDERS SHE THE INTREPID ACT OF EMILY WATCHED IT BURN AND SMOULDER TOO WEAK TO LIFT IT WHILE THE NAUSEOUS HATEFUL ODOUR OF BURNT BONE ROSE INTO HER FACE
phonemes: bˌʌt sˈuːn ðə kˈoʊm slˈɪpt fɹʌm hɜː fˈiːbəl ɡɹˈæsp ˌɪntʊ ðə sˈɪndɚz. ʃiː, ðɪ ɪntɹˈɛpɪd, ˈæktɪv ˈɛmᵻli, wˈɑːtʃt ɪt bˈɜːn ænd smˈoʊldɚ, tˈuː wˈiːk tə lˈɪft ɪt, wˌaɪl ðə nˈɔːsɪəs, hˈeɪtfəl ˈoʊdɚɹ ʌv bˈɜːnt bˈoʊn ɹˈoʊz ˌɪntʊ hɜː fˈeɪs.