text_original: Yet, out of the strong cometh forth the sweet ; and the best honey from the dry heather bells. Meanwhile, Heathcliff let them go on, fright  ening them more by his strange mood of abstrac  tion than by his accustomed ferocity.
text_transcription: YET OUT OF THE STRONG COMETH FORTH THE SWEET AND THE BEST HONEY FROM THE DRY HEATHER BELLS MEANWHILE HEATHCLIFF LET THEM GO ON FRIGHTENING THEM MORE BY HIS STRANGE MOOD OF ABSTRACTION THAN BY HIS ACCUSTOMED FEROCITY
phonemes: jˈɛt, ˌaʊɾəv ðə stɹˈɔŋ kˈʌməθ fˈɔːɹθ ðə swˈiːt ; ænd ðə bˈɛst hˈʌni fɹʌmðə dɹˈaɪ hˈɛðɚ bˈɛlz. mˈiːnwaɪl, hˈiːθklɪf lˈɛt ðˌɛm ɡˌoʊ ˈɔn, fɹˈaɪt ˈɛnɪŋ ðˌɛm mˈɔːɹ baɪ hɪz stɹˈeɪndʒ mˈuːd ʌv ɐbstɹˈæk tɪˈɑːn ðɐn baɪ hɪz ɐkˈʌstəmd fəɹˈɑːsᵻɾi.