text_original: It was not only sor  row that she felt, but an overmastering terror, for it seemed to her that with her father her last moral support had vanished. Henceforward she would bend to the storms of life like a reed.
text_transcription: IT WAS NOT ONLY SORROW THAT SHE FELT BUT AN OVERMASTERING TERROR FOR IT SEEMED TO HER THAT WITH HER FATHER HER LAST MORAL SUPPORT HAD VANISHED HENCEFORWARD SHE WOULD BEND TO THE STORMS OF LIFE LIKE A REED
phonemes: ɪt wʌz nˌɑːt ˈoʊnli sˈɔːɹ ɹˈoʊ ðæt ʃiː fˈɛlt, bˌʌt ɐn ˌoʊvɚmˈæstɚɹɪŋ tˈɛɹɚ, fɔːɹ ɪt sˈiːmd tə hɜː ðæt wɪð hɜː fˈɑːðɚ hɜː lˈæst mˈɔːɹəl səpˈɔːɹt hæd vˈænɪʃt. hˌɛnsɪfˈɔːɹwɚd ʃiː wʊd bˈɛnd tə ðə stˈɔːɹmz ʌv lˈaɪf lˈaɪk ɐ ɹˈiːd.