text_original: " I desire, for your good, things which the pains of death should not make me wish for my own repose." So Margaret had written to her brother on her journey to Madrid ; and now she found herself obliged perforce to agree to cruel term?.
text_transcription: I DESIRE FOR YOUR GOOD THINGS WHICH THE PAINS OF DEATH SHOULD NOT MAKE ME WISH FOR MY OWN REPOSE SO MARGARET HAD WRITTEN TO HER BROTHER ON HER JOURNEY TO MADRID AND NOW SHE FOUND HERSELF OBLIGED PERFORCE TO AGREE TO CRUEL TERM
phonemes: " aɪ dɪzˈaɪɚ, fɔːɹ jʊɹ ɡˈʊd, θˈɪŋz wˌɪtʃ ðə pˈeɪnz ʌv dˈɛθ ʃˌʊd nˌɑːt mˌeɪk mˌiː wˈɪʃ fɔːɹ maɪ ˈoʊn ɹᵻpˈoʊz." sˌoʊ mˈɑːɹɡɹət hæd ɹˈɪʔn̩ tə hɜː bɹˈʌðɚɹ ˌɔn hɜː dʒˈɜːni tə mədɹˈɪd ; ænd nˈaʊ ʃiː fˈaʊnd hɜːsˈɛlf əblˈaɪdʒd pɚfˈɔːɹs tʊ ɐɡɹˈiː tə kɹˈuːəl tˈɜːm?.