text_original: Gestas smiled evilly. "It doth not please me, boy. Now march before me  so. Remember that I have in my hand a knife." And grasping the boy by the shoulders, he shoved him with a kind of terrible gentleness into the street.
text_transcription: GUESTUS SMILED EVILLY IT DOTH NOT PLEASE ME BOY NOW MARCH BEFORE ME SO REMEMBER THAT I HAVE IN MY HAND A KNIFE AND GRASPING THE BOY BY THE SHOULDERS HE SHOVED HIM WITH A KIND OF TERRIBLE GENTLENESS INTO THE STREET
phonemes: dʒˈɛstəz smˈaɪld ˈiːvəli. "ɪt dʌθ nˌɑːt plˈiːz mˌiː, bˈɔɪ. nˈaʊ mˈɑːɹtʃ bᵻfˌɔːɹ mˌiː sˈoʊ. ɹᵻmˈɛmbɚ ðæt aɪ hæv ɪn maɪ hˈænd ɐ nˈaɪf." ænd ɡɹˈæspɪŋ ðə bˈɔɪ baɪ ðə ʃˈoʊldɚz, hiː ʃˈʌvd hˌɪm wɪð ɐ kˈaɪnd ʌv tˈɛɹᵻbəl dʒˈɛntəlnəs ˌɪntʊ ðə stɹˈiːt.