text_original: Oh, the horror of that moment ! " Art thou mad my Enguerrand } " Cried his master, striving wildly to withdraw the fatal brand. But the stern youth smiling sadly, started back from his embrace. While a flash Hke summer lightning, flickered dire  ful on his face.
text_transcription: OH THE HORROR OF THAT MOMENT ART THOU MAD MY ANGER AND CRIED HIS MASTER STRIVING WILDLY TO WITHDRAW THE FATAL BRAND BUT THE STERN YOUTH SMILING SADLY STARTED BACK FROM HIS EMBRACE WHILE A FLASH LIKE SUMMER LIGHTNING FLICKERED DIREFUL ON HIS FACE
phonemes: ˈoʊ, ðə hˈɔɹɚɹ ʌv ðæt mˈoʊmənt ! " ˈɑːɹt ðˈaʊ mˈæd maɪ ɛŋɡˈɛɹænd } " kɹˈaɪd hɪz mˈæstɚ, stɹˈaɪvɪŋ wˈaɪldli tə wɪθdɹˈɔː ðə fˈeɪɾəl bɹˈænd. bˌʌt ðə stˈɜːn jˈuːθ smˈaɪlɪŋ sˈædli, stˈɑːɹɾᵻd bˈæk fɹʌm hɪz ɛmbɹˈeɪs. wˌaɪl ɐ flˈæʃ ˌeɪtʃkˌeɪˈiː sˈʌmɚ lˈaɪtnɪŋ, flˈɪkɚd dˈaɪɚ fˈʌl ˌɔn hɪz fˈeɪs.