text_original: "There are just ten pieces within," he remarked. "Thou mayest count them." Gestas fumbled over the coins deliberately, counting them in a sibilant whisper. "One  two  three  four  five  six  seven  eight  nine  ten. Yes ten  and a bit of silver." Then he lifted the pouch to the light and looked at it critically; "I will keep this also  and the silver," he added with a knowing leer.
text_transcription: THERE ARE JUST TEN PIECES WITHIN HE REMARKED THOU MAYST COUNT THEM GUESTUS FUMBLED OVER THE COINS DELIBERATELY COUNTING THEM IN A SIBLIANT WHISPER ONE TWO THREE FOUR FIVE SIX SEVEN EIGHT NINE TEN YES TEN AND A BIT OF SILVER THEN HE LIFTED THE POUCH TO THE LIGHT AND LOOKED AT IT CRITICALLY I WILL KEEP THIS ALSO AND THE SILVER HE ADDED WITH A KNOWING LEER
phonemes: "ðɛɹˌɑːɹ dʒˈʌst tˈɛn pˈiːsᵻz wɪðˈɪn," hiː ɹᵻmˈɑːɹkt. "ðˈaʊ mˈeɪɪst kˈaʊnt ðˌɛm." dʒˈɛstəz fˈʌmbəld ˌoʊvɚ ðə kˈɔɪnz dᵻlˈɪbɚɹətli, kˈaʊntɪŋ ðˌɛm ɪn ɐ sˈɪbɪlənt wˈɪspɚ. "wˈʌn tˈuː θɹˈiː fˈɔːɹ fˈaɪv sˈɪks sˈɛvən ˈeɪt nˈaɪn tˈɛn. jˈɛs tˈɛn ænd ɐ bˈɪt ʌv sˈɪlvɚ." ðˈɛn hiː lˈɪftᵻd ðə pˈaʊtʃ tə ðə lˈaɪt ænd lˈʊkt æɾ ɪt kɹˈɪɾɪkli; "aɪ wɪl kˈiːp ðɪs ˈɔːlsoʊ ænd ðə sˈɪlvɚ," hiː ˈædᵻd wɪð ɐ nˈoʊɪŋ lˈɪɹ.