text_original: Besa hesitated; he looked steadily into the lowering face of Amu. "Thou art in a strange humor to day, friend," he said at length. "I have been patient with thee, but I will bear no more. Give me thy flask; I will fill it at the fountain." The face of Amu blanched to a sickly yellow hue.
text_transcription: BESSA HESITATED HE LOOKED STEADILY INTO THE LOWERING FACE OF AMU THOU ART IN A STRANGE HUMOUR TO DAY FRIEND HE SAID AT LENGTH I HAVE BEEN PATIENT WITH THEE BUT I WILL BEAR NO MORE GIVE ME THY FLASK I WILL FILL IT AT THE FOUNTAIN THE FACE OF AMU BLANCHED TO A SICKLY YELLOW HUE
phonemes: bᵻsˈæ hˈɛzᵻtˌeɪɾᵻd; hiː lˈʊkt stˈɛdili ˌɪntʊ ðə lˈoʊɚɹɪŋ fˈeɪs ʌv ˈɑːmuː. "ðˈaʊ ˈɑːɹt ɪn ɐ stɹˈeɪndʒ hjˈuːmɚ tə dˈeɪ, fɹˈɛnd," hiː sˈɛd æt lˈɛŋθ. "aɪ hɐvbɪn pˈeɪʃənt wɪð ðˈiː, bˌʌt aɪ wɪl bˈɛɹ nˈoʊmˌɔːɹ. ɡˈɪv mˌiː ðˌaɪ flˈæsk; aɪ wɪl fˈɪl ɪɾ æt ðə fˈaʊntɪn." ðə fˈeɪs ʌv ˈɑːmuː blˈæntʃt tʊ ɐ sˈɪkli jˈɛloʊ hjˈuː.