text_original: Charlotte and Anne looked on and trembled. On the 29th of October, Charlotte, still delicate from the bilious fever which had prostrated her on the day of Branwell's death, writes these words already full of foreboding : " I feel much more uneasy about my sister than myself just now.
text_transcription: CHARLOTTE AND ANNE LOOKED ON AND TREMBLED ON THE TWENTY NINTH OF OCTOBER CHARLOTTE STILL DELICATE FROM THE BILIOUS FEVER WHICH HAD PROSTRATED HER ON THE DAY OF BRANWELL'S DEATH WRITES THESE WORDS ALREADY FULL OF FOREBODING I FEEL MUCH MORE UNEASY ABOUT MY SISTER THAN MYSELF JUST NOW
phonemes: ʃˈɑːɹlət ænd ˈæn lˈʊkt ˌɔn ænd tɹˈɛmbəld. ɔnðə twˈɛnti nˈaɪnθ ʌv ɑːktˈoʊbɚ, ʃˈɑːɹlət, stˈɪl dˈɛlᵻkət fɹʌmðə bˈɪliəs fˈiːvɚ wˌɪtʃ hæd pɹɑːstɹˈeɪɾᵻd hɜːɹ ɔnðə dˈeɪ ʌv bɹˈænwɛlz dˈɛθ, ɹˈaɪts ðiːz wˈɜːdz ɔːlɹˌɛdi fˈʊl ʌv fˈɔːɹboʊdɪŋ : " aɪ fˈiːl mˈʌtʃ mˈɔːɹ ʌnˈiːzi ɐbˌaʊt maɪ sˈɪstɚ ðɐn maɪsˈɛlf dʒˈʌst nˈaʊ.