text_original: He glanced at me a mo  ment, and muttered something of leaving a warm 294 EMILY BRONTE. bed to come out in the cold night. Another glass of brandy, and returning warmth gradually brought him back to something like the Bronte of old.
text_transcription: HE GLANCED AT ME A MOMENT AND MUTTERED SOMETHING OF LEAVING A WARM BED TO COME OUT IN THE COLD NIGHT ANOTHER GLASS OF BRANDY AND RETURNING WARMTH GRADUALLY BROUGHT HIM BACK TO SOMETHING LIKE THE BRONTE OF OLD
phonemes: hiː ɡlˈænst æt mˌiː ɐ mˈoʊ mˈɛnt, ænd mˈʌɾɚd sˈʌmθɪŋ ʌv lˈiːvɪŋ ɐ wˈɔːɹm tˈuːhˈʌndɹɪd nˈaɪnti fˈɔːɹ ˈɛmᵻli bɹˈɔnt. bˈɛd tə kˈʌm ˈaʊt ɪnðə kˈoʊld nˈaɪt. ɐnˈʌðɚ ɡlˈæs ʌv bɹˈændi, ænd ɹᵻtˈɜːnɪŋ wˈɔːɹmθ ɡɹˈædʒuːəli bɹˈɔːt hˌɪm bˈæk tə sˈʌmθɪŋ lˈaɪk ðə bɹˈɔnt ʌv ˈoʊld.