text_original: Of the nearness of the end they did not dream. Char  3 o6 EMILY BRONTE. ' lotte had been out over the moors, searching every glen and hollow for a sprig of heather, however pale and dry, to take to her moor loving sister. But Emily looked on the flower laid on her pillow with indifferent eyes.
text_transcription: OF THE NEARNESS OF THE END THEY DID NOT DREAM CHARLOTTE HAD BEEN OUT OVER THE MOORS SEARCHING EVERY GLEN AND HOLLOW FOR A SPRIG OF HEATHER HOWEVER PALE AND DRY TO TAKE TO HER MORE LOVING SISTER BUT EMILY LOOKED ON THE FLOWER LAID ON HER PILLOW WITH INDIFFERENT EYES
phonemes: ʌvðə nˌɪɹnəs ʌvðɪ ˈɛnd ðeɪ dɪdnˌɑːt dɹˈiːm. tʃˈɑːɹ θɹˈiː ˈoʊ sˈɪks ˈɛmᵻli bɹˈɔnt. lˈɑːt hɐdbɪn ˈaʊt ˌoʊvɚ ðə mˈʊɹz, sˈɜːtʃɪŋ ˈɛvɹi ɡlˈɛn ænd hˈɑːloʊ fɚɹə spɹˈɪɡ ʌv hˈɛðɚ, haʊˈɛvɚ pˈeɪl ænd dɹˈaɪ, tə tˈeɪk tə hɜː mˈʊɹ lˈʌvɪŋ sˈɪstɚ. bˌʌt ˈɛmᵻli lˈʊkt ɔnðə flˈaʊɚ lˈeɪd ˌɔn hɜː pˈɪloʊ wɪð ɪndˈɪfɹənt ˈaɪz.