text_original: She put her two hands about his neck, her face changed, and she was dead. 244 EMILY BRONTE. Hindley grew desperate, and gave himself over to wild companions, to excesses of dissipation, and tyranny. " His treatment of Heathcliff was enough to make a fiend of a saint."
text_transcription: SHE PUT HER TWO HANDS ABOUT HIS NECK HER FACE CHANGED AND SHE WAS DEAD HINDLEY GREW DESPERATE AND GAVE HIMSELF OVER TO WILD COMPANIONS TO EXCESSES OF DISSIPATION AND TYRANNY HIS TREATMENT OF HEATHCLIFF WAS ENOUGH TO MAKE A FIEND OF A SAINT
phonemes: ʃiː pˌʊt hɜː tˈuː hˈændz ɐbˌaʊt hɪz nˈɛk, hɜː fˈeɪs tʃˈeɪndʒd, ænd ʃiː wʌz dˈɛd. tˈuːhˈʌndɹɪd fˈɔːɹɾi fˈɔːɹ ˈɛmᵻli bɹˈɔnt. hˈaɪndli ɡɹˈuː dˈɛspɚɹət, ænd ɡˈeɪv hɪmsˈɛlf ˌoʊvɚ tə wˈaɪld kəmpˈæniənz, tʊ ɛksˈɛsᵻz ʌv dˌɪsɪpˈeɪʃən, ænd tˈɪɹəni. " hɪz tɹˈiːtmənt ʌv hˈiːθklɪf wʌz ɪnˈʌf tə mˌeɪk ɐ fˈiːnd əvə sˈeɪnt."