text_original: Life was a daily contradiction of hope and fear. The days drew on towards Christmas ; it was already the middle* of December, and still Emily was about the house, able to wait upon herself, to sew for the others, to take an active share in the duties of the day. She always fed the dogs herself.
text_transcription: LIFE WAS A DAILY CONTRADICTION OF HOPE AND FEAR THE DAYS DREW ON TOWARD CHRISTMAS IT WAS ALREADY THE MIDDLE OF DECEMBER AND STILL EMILY WAS ABOUT THE HOUSE ABLE TO WAIT UPON HERSELF TO SEW FOR THE OTHERS TO TAKE AN ACTIVE SHARE IN THE DUTIES OF THE DAY SHE ALWAYS FED THE DOGS HERSELF
phonemes: lˈaɪf wʌzɐ dˈeɪli kˌɑːntɹədˈɪkʃən ʌv hˈoʊp ænd fˈɪɹ. ðə dˈeɪz dɹˈuː ˌɔn təwˈɔːɹdz kɹˈɪsməs ; ɪt wʌz ɔːlɹˌɛdi ðə mˈɪdəl ˈæstɚɹˌɪsk ʌv dᵻsˈɛmbɚ, ænd stˈɪl ˈɛmᵻli wʌz ɐbˌaʊt ðə hˈaʊs, ˈeɪbəl tə wˈeɪt əpˌɑːn hɜːsˈɛlf, tə sˈoʊ fɚðɪ ˈʌðɚz, tə tˈeɪk ɐn ˈæktɪv ʃˈɛɹ ɪnðə dˈuːɾiz ʌvðə dˈeɪ. ʃiː ˈɔːlweɪz fˈɛd ðə dˈɑːɡz hɜːsˈɛlf.