text_original: replied Doctor Lamb, in a voice of emotion that startled his hearer. "They were near kinsmen of mine own. What is he like who has made this strange attempt?" "Of a verity, a fair youth," replied Baldred, holding down the lantern. "Heaven grant I have not wounded him to the death!
text_transcription: REPLIED DOCTOR LAMB IN A VOICE OF EMOTION THAT STARTLED HIS HEARER THEY WERE NEAR KINSMEN OF MINE OWN WHAT IS HE LIKE WHO HAS MADE THIS STRANGE ATTEMPT A VERITY OF FAIR YOUTH REPLIED BALDRID HOLDING DOWN THE LANTERN HEAVEN GRANT I HAVE NOT WOUNDED HIM TO THE DEATH
phonemes: ɹᵻplˈaɪd dˈɑːktɚ lˈæm, ɪn ɐ vˈɔɪs ʌv ɪmˈoʊʃən ðæt stˈɑːɹɾəld hɪz hˈɪɹɚ. "ðeɪ wɜː nˌɪɹ kˈɪnzmɛn ʌv mˈaɪn ˈoʊn. wˌʌt ɪz hiː lˈaɪk hˌuː hɐz mˌeɪd ðɪs stɹˈeɪndʒ ɐtˈɛmpt?" "əvə vˈɛɹᵻɾi, ɐ fˈɛɹ jˈuːθ," ɹᵻplˈaɪd bˈɔːldɹɪd, hˈoʊldɪŋ dˌaʊn ðə lˈæntɚn. "hˈɛvən ɡɹˈænt aɪ hɐvnˌɑːt wˈuːndᵻd hˌɪm tə ðə dˈɛθ!