text_original: I dropped asleep again, and the same apparition recurred to my fancy. In short, I passed the night in great misery, and looked upon my avenger with such abhorrence, that in the morning, perceiving my aversion, he insinuated there was still a possibility of Lothario's recovery: it was quite true he left him wounded on the ground, but not quite dead, and perhaps his hurts might not be mortal.
text_transcription: I DROPPED ASLEEP AGAIN AND THE SAME APPARITION RECURRED TO MY FANCY IN SHORT I PASSED THE NIGHT IN GREAT MISERY AND LOOKED UPON MY AVENGER WITH SUCH ABHORRENCE THAT IN THE MORNING PERCEIVING MY AVERSION HE INSINUATED THERE WAS STILL A POSSIBILITY OF LOTHARIA'S RECOVERY IT WAS QUITE TRUE HE LEFT HIM WOUNDED ON THE GROUND BUT NOT QUITE DEAD AND PERHAPS HIS HURTS MIGHT NOT BE MORTAL
phonemes: aɪ dɹˈɑːpt ɐslˈiːp ɐɡˈɛn, ænd ðə sˈeɪm ˌæpɚɹˈɪʃən ɹᵻkˈɜːd tə maɪ fˈænsi. ɪn ʃˈɔːɹt, aɪ pˈæst ðə nˈaɪt ɪn ɡɹˈeɪt mˈɪzɚɹi, ænd lˈʊkt əpˌɑːn maɪ ɐvˈɛndʒɚ wɪð sˈʌtʃ ɐbhˈɔɹəns, ðæt ɪnðə mˈɔːɹnɪŋ, pɚsˈiːvɪŋ maɪ ɐvˈɜːʒən, hiː ɪnsˈɪnjuːˌeɪɾᵻd ðɛɹwˌʌz stˈɪl ɐ pˌɑːsəbˈɪlᵻɾi ʌv ləθˈæɹɪˌoʊz ɹᵻkˈʌvɚɹi: ɪt wʌz kwˈaɪt tɹˈuː hiː lˈɛft hˌɪm wˈuːndᵻd ɔnðə ɡɹˈaʊnd, bˌʌt nˌɑːt kwˈaɪt dˈɛd, ænd pɚhˈæps hɪz hˈɜːts mˌaɪt nˌɑːt biː mˈɔːɹɾəl.