text_original: Will you fight me?" With these words, putting himself in a posture, I was grievously alarmed at seeing the point of a sword within half a foot of my breast; and, springing to one side, snatched up a spit that stood in the chimney corner, with which I kept my formidable adversary at bay, who made a great many half longes, skipping backward at every push, till at last I pinned him up in a corner, to the no small diversion of the company.
text_transcription: WILL YOU FIGHT WITH ME WITH THESE WORDS PUTTING HIMSELF IN A POSTURE I WAS GRIEVOUSLY ALARMED AT SEEING THE POINT OF A SWORD WITHIN HALF A FOOT OF MY BREAST AND SPRINGING TO ONE SIDE SNATCHED UP A SPIT THAT STOOD IN THE CHIMNEY CORNER WITH WHICH I KEPT MY FORMIDABLE ADVERSARY AT BAY WHO MADE A GREAT MANY HALF LUNGES SKIPPING BACKWARD AT EVERY PUSH TILL AT LAST I PINNED HIM UP IN A CORNER TO NO SMALL DIVERSION OF THE COMPANY
phonemes: wɪl juː fˈaɪt mˌiː?" wɪð ðiːz wˈɜːdz, pˈʊɾɪŋ hɪmsˈɛlf ɪn ɐ pˈɔstʃɚ, aɪ wʌz ɡɹˈiːvəsli ɐlˈɑːɹmd æt sˈiːɪŋ ðə pˈɔɪnt əvə sˈɔːɹd wɪðˌɪn hˈæf ɐ fˈʊt ʌv maɪ bɹˈɛst; ænd, spɹˈɪŋɪŋ tə wˈʌn sˈaɪd, snˈætʃt ˌʌp ɐ spˈɪt ðæt stˈʊd ɪnðə tʃˈɪmni kˈɔːɹnɚ, wɪð wˌɪtʃ aɪ kˈɛpt maɪ fɔːɹmˈɪdəbəl ˈædvɚsɚɹi æt bˈeɪ, hˌuː mˌeɪd ɐ ɡɹˈeɪt mˈɛni hˈæf lˈɔndʒᵻz, skˈɪpɪŋ bˈækwɚd æɾ ˈɛvɹi pˈʊʃ, tˈɪl æt lˈæst aɪ pˈɪnd hˌɪm ˌʌp ɪn ɐ kˈɔːɹnɚ, tə ðə nˈoʊ smˈɔːl daɪvˈɜːʒən ʌvðə kˈʌmpəni.