text_original: His chariot was at the door. They both got in, and just as it was driving away, Millefleur ran up to it. 'Your master?  your master?  ' said Lord Montreville. 'Ah! my Lord, he is  yet living!'
text_transcription: HIS CHARIOT WAS AT THE DOOR THEY BOTH GOT IN AND JUST AS IT WAS DRIVING AWAY MILFLEUR RAN OUT TO IT YOUR MASTER YOUR MASTER SAID LORD MONTRAVILLE AH MY LORD HE IS YET LIVING
phonemes: hɪz tʃˈæɹiət wʌz æt ðə dˈɔːɹ. ðeɪ bˈoʊθ ɡɑːt ˈɪn, ænd dʒˈʌst æz ɪt wʌz dɹˈaɪvɪŋ ɐwˈeɪ, mˌɪlɪflˈʊɹ ɹˈæn ˈʌp tʊ ɪt. jʊɹ mˈæstɚ?  jʊɹ mˈæstɚ?  sˈɛd lˈɔːɹd mˈɔntɚvˌɪl. ˈɑː! maɪ lˈɔːɹd, hiː ɪz jˈɛt lˈɪvɪŋ!