text_original: She can think of nothing but the brother she has left. She encounters Brion, going with news from the frontier to the King. '* Would to God," she cries, " that it were I returning ! My speed would be nowise Brionnicque." But every day takes her farther and farther away.
text_transcription: SHE CAN THINK OF NOTHING BUT THE BROTHER SHE HAS LEFT SHE ENCOUNTERS BRILLON GOING WITH NEWS FROM THE FRONTIER TO THE KING WOULD TO GOD SHE CRIES THAT IT WERE I RETURNING MY SPEED WOULD BE NO WISE BRIONIQUE BUT EVERY DAY TAKES HER FARTHER AND FARTHER AWAY
phonemes: ʃiː kæn θˈɪŋk ʌv nˈʌθɪŋ bˌʌt ðə bɹˈʌðɚ ʃiː hɐz lˈɛft. ʃiː ɛŋkˈaʊntɚz bɹɪˈɑːn, ɡˌoʊɪŋ wɪð nˈuːz fɹʌmðə fɹʌntˈɪɹ tə ðə kˈɪŋ. ˈæstɚɹˌɪsk wʊd tə ɡˈɑːd," ʃiː kɹˈaɪz, " ðˌɐɾɪt wɜːɹ aɪ ɹᵻtˈɜːnɪŋ ! maɪ spˈiːd wʊd biː nˈoʊaɪz bɹɪˈɑːnɪk." bˌʌt ˈɛvɹi dˈeɪ tˈeɪks hɜː fˈɑːɹðɚ ænd fˈɑːɹðɚɹ ɐwˈeɪ.