text_original: "Thou art such a proper liar," he remarked with a grin, "that I am minded to leave thee alive for a while longer." Seth made no reply, nor did he cry out when Gestas playfully thrust the knife within a hair's breadth of his throat.
text_transcription: THOU ART SUCH A PROPER LIAR HE REMARKED WITH A GRIN THAT I AM MINDED TO LEAVE THEE ALIVE FOR A WHILE LONGER SETH MADE NO REPLY NOR DID HE CRY OUT WHEN GUESTUS PLAYFULLY THRUST THE KNIFE WITHIN A HAIR'S BREAST OF HIS THROAT
phonemes: "ðˈaʊ ˈɑːɹt sˈʌtʃ ɐ pɹˈɑːpɚ lˈaɪɚ," hiː ɹᵻmˈɑːɹkt wɪð ɐ ɡɹˈɪn, "ðæt aɪɐm mˈaɪndᵻd tə lˈiːv ðiː ɐlˈaɪv fɚɹə wˈaɪl lˈɔŋɡɚ." sˈɛθ mˌeɪd nˈoʊ ɹᵻplˈaɪ, nˈɔːɹ dˈɪd hiː kɹˈaɪ ˈaʊt wɛn dʒˈɛstəz plˈeɪfəli θɹˈʌst ðə nˈaɪf wɪðˌɪn ɐ hˈɛɹz bɹˈɛdθ ʌv hɪz θɹˈoʊt.