text_original: That courage, too, was hers. Not only Shirley's flesh, but Emily's, felt the tearing fangs of the mad dog to whom she had charitably offered food and water ; not only Shirley's flesh, but hers, shrank from the light scarlet, glowing tip of the Italian iron with which she straightway cauterized the wound, going quickly into the laundry and operating on herself without a word to any one.
text_transcription: THAT COURAGE TOO WAS HERS NOT ONLY SHIRLEY'S FLESH BUT EMILY'S FELT THE TEARING FANGS OF THE MAD DOG TO WHOM SHE HAD CHARITABLY OFFERED FOOD AND WATER NOT ONLY SHIRLEY'S FLESH BUT HERS SHRANK FROM THE LIGHT SCARLET GLOWING TIP OF THE ITALIAN IRON WITH WHICH SHE STRAIGHTWAY CAUTERISED THE WOUND GOING QUICKLY INTO THE LAUNDRY AND OPERATING ON HERSELF WITHOUT A WORD TO ANY ONE
phonemes: ðæt kˈɜːɹɪdʒ, tˈuː, wʌz hˈɜːz. nˌɑːt ˈoʊnli ʃˈɜːliz flˈɛʃ, bˌʌt ˈɛmᵻliz, fˈɛlt ðə tˈɛɹɪŋ fˈæŋz ʌvðə mˈæd dˈɑːɡ tə hˈuːm ʃiː hæd tʃˈæɹɪɾəbli ˈɔfɚd fˈuːd ænd wˈɔːɾɚ ; nˌɑːt ˈoʊnli ʃˈɜːliz flˈɛʃ, bˌʌt hˈɜːz, ʃɹˈæŋk fɹʌmðə lˈaɪt skˈɑːɹlɪt, ɡlˈoʊɪŋ tˈɪp ʌvðɪ ɪtˈæliən ˈaɪɚn wɪð wˌɪtʃ ʃiː stɹˈeɪtweɪ kˈɔːɾɚɹˌaɪzd ðə wˈuːnd, ɡˌoʊɪŋ kwˈɪkli ˌɪntʊ ðə lˈɔːndɹi ænd ˈɑːpɚɹˌeɪɾɪŋ ˌɔn hɜːsˈɛlf wɪðˌaʊt ɐ wˈɜːd tʊ ˌɛni wˌʌn.