text_original: The man listened with bent brows. "What is comfort to me," he said sullenly, "if I have not thy daughter to wife; she is comely, and I love her better than gold." Pagiel stared at the speaker with amazement. "Thou hast forgotten thyself," he said haughtily.
text_transcription: THE MAN LISTENED WITH BENT BROWS WHAT IS COMFORT TO ME HE SAID SULLENLY IF I HAVE NOT THY DAUGHTER TO WIFE SHE IS COMELY AND I LOVE HER BETTER THAN GOLD PEGHIEL STARED AT THE SPEAKER WITH AMAZEMENT THOU HAST FORGOTTEN THYSELF HE SAID HAUGHTILY
phonemes: ðə mˈæn lˈɪsənd wɪð bˈɛnt bɹˈaʊz. "wˌʌt ɪz kˈʌmfɚt tə mˌiː," hiː sˈɛd sˈʌlənli, "ɪf aɪ hɐvnˌɑːt ðˌaɪ dˈɔːɾɚ tə wˈaɪf; ʃiː ɪz kˈʌmli, ænd aɪ lˈʌv hɜː bˈɛɾɚ ðɐn ɡˈoʊld." pˈædʒiːl stˈɛɹd æt ðə spˈiːkɚ wɪð ɐmˈeɪzmənt. "ðˈaʊ hˈeɪst fɚɡˈɑːʔn̩ ðaɪsˈɛlf," hiː sˈɛd hˈɔːɾili.