text_original: But yet, — is it not possible? — as she sits in her gloomy room at Argentan, the room where she had often been unhappy in the good old days when she was so young, as she sways in her litter along the straight, dusty, poplar bordered and familiar roads of Alengon, thinking how she shall make this book that is to charm her brother, may not a sudden vision of the old past years rise up before her eyes; may not the contrast strike sharply on her?
text_transcription: BUT YET IS IT NOT POSSIBLE AS SHE SITS IN HER GLOOMY ROOM AT OUR GENT THE ROOM WHERE SHE HAD OFTEN BEEN UNHAPPY IN THE GOOD OLD DAYS WHEN SHE WAS SO YOUNG AS SHE SWAYS IN HER LITTER ALONG THE STRAIGHT DUSTY POPLAR BORDERED AND FAMILIAR ROADS OF ALENCE THINKING HOW SHE SHOULD MAKE THIS BOOK THAT IS TO CHARM HER BROTHER MAY NOT A SUDDEN VISION OF THE OLD PAST YEARS RISE UP BEFORE HER EYES MAY NOT THE CONTRAST STRIKE SHARPLY ON HER
phonemes: bˌʌt jˈɛt, — ɪz ɪt nˌɑːt pˈɑːsᵻbəl? — æz ʃiː sˈɪts ɪn hɜː ɡlˈuːmi ɹˈuːm æɾ ˈɑːɹdʒɛntən, ðə ɹˈuːm wˌɛɹ ʃiː hæd ˈɔfən bˌɪn ʌnhˈæpi ɪnðə ɡˈʊd ˈoʊld dˈeɪz wɛn ʃiː wʌz sˌoʊ jˈʌŋ, æz ʃiː swˈeɪz ɪn hɜː lˈɪɾɚɹ ɐlˈɔŋ ðə stɹˈeɪt, dˈʌsti, pˈɑːplɚ bˈɔːɹdɚd ænd fəmˈɪlɪɹ ɹˈoʊdz ʌv ɐlˈɛŋɡən, θˈɪŋkɪŋ hˌaʊ ʃiː ʃˌæl mˌeɪk ðɪs bˈʊk ðæt ɪz tə tʃˈɑːɹm hɜː bɹˈʌðɚ, mˈeɪ nˌɑːɾə sˈʌdən vˈɪʒən ʌvðɪ ˈoʊld pˈæst jˈɪɹz ɹˈaɪz ˌʌp bᵻfˌɔːɹ hɜːɹ ˈaɪz; mˈeɪ nˌɑːt ðə kˈɑːntɹæst stɹˈaɪk ʃˈɑːɹpli ˈɔn hɜː?