text_original: She seemed impervious to any thought but one, that she was nearing her captive brother; and as needles do not hurt the tender flesh of tranced women, nor tortures reach the sense of martyrs in their hour of crowning, so neither bodily discomfort nor wounded pride touched the feeling of Margaret at this moment. On her road towards Madrid, a fortnight's journey then from the frontier, she sent frequent letters to her brother.
text_transcription: SHE SEEMED IMPERVIOUS TO ANY THOUGHT BUT ONE THAT SHE WAS NEARING HER CAPTIVE BROTHER AND AS NEEDLES DO NOT HURT THE TENDER FLESH OF TRANCED WOMEN NOR TORTURES REACHED THE SENSE OF MARTYRS IN THEIR HOUR OF CROWNING SO NEITHER BODILY DISCOMFORT NOR WOUNDED PRIDE TOUCHED THE FEELING OF MARGARET AT THIS MOMENT ON HER ROAD TOWARD MADRID A FORTNIGHT'S JOURNEY THEN FROM THE FRONTIER SHE SENT FREQUENT LETTERS TO HER BROTHER
phonemes: ʃiː sˈiːmd ɪmpˈɜːviəs tʊ ˌɛni θˈɔːt bˌʌt wˌʌn, ðæt ʃiː wʌz nˌɪɹɪŋ hɜː kˈæptɪv bɹˈʌðɚ; ænd æz nˈiːdəlz duːnˌɑːt hˈɜːt ðə tˈɛndɚ flˈɛʃ ʌv tɹˈænst wˈɪmɪn, nˈɔːɹ tˈɔːɹtʃɚz ɹˈiːtʃ ðə sˈɛns ʌv mˈɑːɹɾɚz ɪn ðɛɹ ˈaʊɚɹ ʌv kɹˈaʊnɪŋ, sˌoʊ nˈiːðɚ bˈɑːdili dɪskˈʌmfɚt nˈɔːɹ wˈuːndᵻd pɹˈaɪd tˈʌtʃt ðə fˈiːlɪŋ ʌv mˈɑːɹɡɹət æt ðɪs mˈoʊmənt. ˌɔn hɜː ɹˈoʊd təwˈɔːɹdz mədɹˈɪd, ɐ fˈɔːɹtnaɪts dʒˈɜːni ðˈɛn fɹʌmðə fɹʌntˈɪɹ, ʃiː sˈɛnt fɹˈiːkwənt lˈɛɾɚz tə hɜː bɹˈʌðɚ.