text_original: The third month passed, and still she lingered. For seven weeks she took no nourishment but half a cup of milk, two parts water, per day. Then her appetite returned and her agony increased, but still with no la  ment save: "My Father! Is it not enough?"
text_transcription: THE THIRD MONTH PASSED AND STILL SHE LINGERED FOR SEVEN WEEKS SHE TOOK NO NOURISHMENT BUT HALF A CUP OF MILK TWO PARTS WATER PER DAY THEN HER APPETITE RETURNED AND HER AGONY INCREASED BUT STILL WITH NO LAMENT SAVE MY FATHER IS IT NOT ENOUGH
phonemes: ðə θˈɜːd mˈʌnθ pˈæst, ænd stˈɪl ʃiː lˈɪŋɡɚd. fɔːɹ sˈɛvən wˈiːks ʃiː tˈʊk nˈoʊ nˈɜːɹɪʃmənt bˌʌt hˈæf ɐ kˈʌp ʌv mˈɪlk, tˈuː pˈɑːɹts wˈɔːɾɚ, pɜː dˈeɪ. ðˈɛn hɜːɹ ˈæpɪtˌaɪt ɹᵻtˈɜːnd ænd hɜːɹ ˈæɡəni ɪŋkɹˈiːst, bˌʌt stˈɪl wɪð nˈoʊ lˌæ mˈɛnt sˈeɪv: "maɪ fˈɑːðɚ! ɪz ɪt nˌɑːt ɪnˈʌf?"