text_original: Outragers of decency!" she cried with spirit, pouring a heap of invectives, now in French, now in English, much to the discomfiture of our backwoodsmen, who peered at her helplessly. "Nom du diable!" cried the commandant, when his lady's breath was gone, "what does this mean?" "It means, sir," answered Clark, promptly, "that you are my prisoner." "And who are you?" gasped the commandant.
text_transcription: OUTRAGES OF DECENCY SHE CRIED WITH SPIRIT POURING A HEAP OF INVECTIVES NOW IN FRENCH NOW IN ENGLISH MUCH TO THE DISCOMFITURE OF OUR BACKWOODSMAN WHO PEERED AT HER HELPLESSLY MO DO DEAR BLAIS CRIED THE COMMANDANT WHEN HIS LADY'S BREATH WAS GONE WHAT DOES THIS MEAN IT MEANS SIR ANSWERED CLARK PROMPTLY THAT YOU ARE MY PRISONER THEN WHO ARE YOU GASPED THE COMMANDANT
phonemes: aʊtɹˈeɪdʒɚz ʌv dˈiːsənsi!" ʃiː kɹˈaɪd wɪð spˈɪɹɪt, pˈɔːɹɪŋ ɐ hˈiːp ʌv ɪnvˈɛktɪvz, nˈaʊ ɪn fɹˈɛntʃ, nˈaʊ ɪn ˈɪŋɡlɪʃ, mˈʌtʃ tə ðə dɪskˈʌmfɪtʃɚɹ ʌv ˌaʊɚ bˈækwʊdzmˌɛn, hˌuː pˈɪɹd æt hɜː hˈɛlpləsli. "nˈɑːm dˈuː dˈaɪəbəl!" kɹˈaɪd ðə kˈɑːmɐndˌɑːnt, wˌɛn hɪz lˈeɪdiz bɹˈɛθ wʌz ɡˈɔn, "wˌʌt dˈʌz ðɪs mˈiːn?" "ɪt mˈiːnz, sˌɜː," ˈænsɚd klˈɑːɹk, pɹˈɑːmptli, "ðæt juː ɑːɹ maɪ pɹˈɪzənɚ." "ænd hˈuː ɑːɹ juː?" ɡˈæspt ðə kˈɑːmɐndˌɑːnt.