text_original: "You are cared for by one who has greater skill than any chirurgeon in London," replied Baldred. "If I can manage to transport you to his lodgings, he will speedily heal your wounds." "Do not delay, then," replied Auriol faintly; "for though I am free from pain, I feel that my life is ebbing fast away."
text_transcription: YOU ARE CARED FOR BY ONE WHO HAS GREATER SKILL THAN ANY CHURGEON IN LONDON REPLIED BALDRID IF I CAN MANAGE TO TRANSPORT YOU TO HIS LODGINGS HE WILL SPEEDILY HEAR YOUR WOUNDS DO NOT DELAY THEN REPLIED ORIOLE FAINTLY FOR THOUGH I AM FREE FROM PAIN I FEEL THAT MY LIFE IS EBBING FAST AWAY
phonemes: "juː ɑːɹ kˈɛɹd fɔːɹ baɪ wˈʌn hˌuː hɐz ɡɹˈeɪɾɚ skˈɪl ðɐn ˌɛni kˈaɪɹɜːdʒən ɪn lˈʌndən," ɹᵻplˈaɪd bˈɔːldɹɪd. "ɪf aɪ kæn mˈænɪdʒ tə tɹænspˈɔːɹt juː tə hɪz lˈɑːdʒɪŋz, hiː wɪl spˈiːdili hˈiːl jʊɹ wˈuːndz." "duːnˌɑːt dᵻlˈeɪ, ðˈɛn," ɹᵻplˈaɪd ˈɔːɹɪˌɑːl fˈeɪntli; "fɔːɹ ðˌoʊ aɪɐm fɹˈiː fɹʌm pˈeɪn, aɪ fˈiːl ðæt maɪ lˈaɪf ɪz ˈɛbɪŋ fˈæst ɐwˈeɪ."