text_original: Fury and destruction! I would have his liver for my supper." So saying, he drew his sword and flourished with it, to the great terror of Strap; while Miss Jenny, snapping her fingers, told him she did not value his resentment a louse.
text_transcription: FURY AND DESTRUCTION I WOULD HAVE HIS LIVER FOR MY SUPPER SO SAYING HE DREW HIS SWORD AND FLOURISHED WITH IT TO THE GREAT TERROR OF STRAP WHILE MISS JENNIE SNAPPING HER FINGERS TOLD HIM SHE DID NOT VALUE HIS RESENTMENT A LOUSE
phonemes: fjˈʊɹɹi ænd dᵻstɹˈʌkʃən! aɪ wʊdhɐv hɪz lˈɪvɚ fɔːɹ maɪ sˈʌpɚ." sˌoʊ sˈeɪɪŋ, hiː dɹˈuː hɪz sˈɔːɹd ænd flˈɜːɹɪʃt wɪð ɪt, tə ðə ɡɹˈeɪt tˈɛɹɚɹ ʌv stɹˈæp; wˌaɪl mˈɪs dʒˈɛni, snˈæpɪŋ hɜː fˈɪŋɡɚz, tˈoʊld hˌɪm ʃiː dɪdnˌɑːt vˈæljuː hɪz ɹᵻzˈɛntmənt ɐ lˈaʊs.