text_original: The shortness of breath and rending pain increased ; even Emily could no longer conceal them. Towards two o'clock her sisters begged her, in an agony, to let them put her to bed. " No, no," she cried ; tormented with the feverish restlessness that comes before 308 EMILY BRONTE. the last, most quiet peace. She tried to rise, leaning with one hand upon the sofa. And thus the chord of life snapped. She was dead. She was twenty nine years old.
text_transcription: THE SHORTNESS OF BREATH AND RENDING PAIN INCREASED EVEN EMILY COULD NO LONGER CONCEAL THEM TOWARD TWO O'CLOCK HER SISTERS BEGGED HER IN AN AGONY TO LET THEM PUT HER TO BED NO NO SHE CRIED TORMENTED WITH THE FEVERISH RESTLESSNESS THAT COMES BEFORE THE LAST MOST QUIET PEACE SHE TRIED TO RISE LEANING WITH ONE HAND UPON THE SOFA AND THUS THE CHORD OF LIFE SNAPPED SHE WAS DEAD SHE WAS TWENTY NINE YEARS OLD
phonemes: ðə ʃˈɔːɹtnəs ʌv bɹˈɛθ ænd ɹˈɛndɪŋ pˈeɪn ɪŋkɹˈiːst ; ˈiːvən ˈɛmᵻli kʊd nˌoʊ lˈɑːŋɡɚ kənsˈiːl ðˌɛm. təwˈɔːɹdz tˈuː əklˈɑːk hɜː sˈɪstɚz bˈɛɡd hɜː, ɪn ɐn ˈæɡəni, tə lˈɛt ðˌɛm pˌʊt hɜː tə bˈɛd. " nˈoʊ, nˈoʊ," ʃiː kɹˈaɪd ; tɔːɹmˈɛntᵻd wɪððə fˈiːvɚɹɪʃ ɹˈɛstləsnəs ðæt kˈʌmz bᵻfˌɔːɹ θɹˈiːhˈʌndɹɪd ˈeɪt ˈɛmᵻli bɹˈɔnt. ðə lˈæst, mˈoʊst kwˈaɪət pˈiːs. ʃiː tɹˈaɪd tə ɹˈaɪz, lˈiːnɪŋ wɪð wˈʌn hˈænd əpˌɑːn ðə sˈoʊfə. ænd ðˈʌs ðə kˈɔːɹd ʌv lˈaɪf snˈæpt. ʃiː wʌz dˈɛd. ʃiː wʌz twˈɛnti nˈaɪn jˈɪɹz ˈoʊld.