text_original: replied Master Gottfried. "I talk not of carving! I talk of our child!" said the dame, petulantly. "_Ut agnus inter lupos_," softly said Gottfried, looking tenderly, though sadly, at his niece, who not only understood the quotation, but well remembered the carving of the cross marked lamb going forth from its fold among the howling wolves. "Alas! I am not an apostle," said she. "Nay, but, in the path of duty, 'tis the same hand that sends thee forth," answered her uncle, "and the same will guard thee."
text_transcription: REPLIED MASTER GODFREY I TALK NOT OF CARVING I TALK OF OUR CHILD SAID THE DAME PETULANTLY UTANUS INTERLUPPOS SOFTLY SAID GODFREY LOOKING TENDERLY THOUGH SADLY AT HIS NIECE WHO NOT ONLY UNDERSTOOD THE QUOTATION BUT WELLMEMBERED THE CARVING OF THE CROSS MARKED LAMB GOING FORTH FROM ITS FOLD AMONG THE HOWLING WOLVES ALAS I AM NOT AN APOSTLE SAID SHE NAY BUT IN THE PATH OF DUTY TIS THE SAME HAND THAT SENDS THEE FORTH ANSWERED HER UNCLE AND THE SAME WILL GUARD THEE
phonemes: ɹᵻplˈaɪd mˈæstɚ ɡˈɑːtfɹid. "aɪ tˈɔːk nˌɑːt ʌv kˈɑːɹvɪŋ! aɪ tˈɔːk ʌv ˌaʊɚ tʃˈaɪld!" sˈɛd ðə dˈeɪm, pˈɛtʃələntli. "ˈʌt ˈæɡnəs ɪntˈɜː lˈuːpoʊz," sˈɔftli sˈɛd ɡˈɑːtfɹid, lˈʊkɪŋ tˈɛndɚli, ðˌoʊ sˈædli, æt hɪz nˈiːs, hˌuː nˌɑːt ˈoʊnli ˌʌndɚstˈʊd ðə kwoʊtˈeɪʃən, bˌʌt wˈɛl ɹᵻmˈɛmbɚd ðə kˈɑːɹvɪŋ ʌvðə kɹˈɔs mˈɑːɹkt lˈæm ɡˌoʊɪŋ fˈɔːɹθ fɹʌm ɪts fˈoʊld ɐmˌʌŋ ðə hˈaʊlɪŋ wˈʊlvz. "ɐlˈæs! aɪɐm nˌɑːt ɐn ɐpˈɑːsəl," sˈɛd ʃiː. "nˈeɪ, bˌʌt, ɪnðə pˈæθ ʌv dˈuːɾi, tˈɪz ðə sˈeɪm hˈænd ðæt sˈɛndz ðiː fˈɔːɹθ," ˈænsɚd hɜːɹ ˈʌŋkəl, "ænd ðə sˈeɪm wɪl ɡˈɑːɹd ðˈiː."