text_original: From Edgar Linton, as we have seen, Heathcliffs blows fell aside unharming, as the executioner's strokes from a legendary martyr. He never learnt how sec  ondary a place he held in his wife's heart, he never iS 274 EMILY BRONTE. knew the misery of his only daughter — misery soon to be turned into joy.
text_transcription: FROM EDGAR LINTON AS WE HAVE SEEN HEATHCLIFF'S BLOWS FELL ASIDE UNHARMING AS THE EXECUTIONER STROKES FROM A LEGENDARY MARTYR HE NEVER LEARNT HOW SECONDARY A PLACE HE HELD IN HIS WIFE'S HEART HE NEVER KNEW THE MISERY OF HIS ONLY DAUGHTER MISERY SOON TO BE TURNED INTO JOY
phonemes: fɹʌm ˈɛdɡɚ lˈɪntən, æz wiː hæv sˈiːn, hˈiːθklɪfs blˈoʊz fˈɛl ɐsˈaɪd ʌnhˈɑːɹmɪŋ, æz ðɪ ˌɛksɪkjˈuːʃənɚz stɹˈoʊks fɹʌm ɐ lˈɛdʒəndɚɹi mˈɑːɹɾɚ. hiː nˈɛvɚ lˈɜːnt hˌaʊ sˈɛk ˈɑːndɚɹi ɐ plˈeɪs hiː hˈɛld ɪn hɪz wˈaɪfz hˈɑːɹt, hiː nˈɛvɚɹ ˈaɪ ˈɛs tˈuːhˈʌndɹɪd sˈɛvənti fˈɔːɹ ˈɛmᵻli bɹˈɔnt. nˈuː ðə mˈɪzɚɹi ʌv hɪz ˈoʊnli dˈɔːɾɚ — mˈɪzɚɹi sˈuːn təbi tˈɜːnd ˌɪntʊ dʒˈɔɪ.