text_original: "Gracious Heaven!" exclaimed the young man, raising himself on his elbow. "You, then, are my great grandsire. My father supposed you had died in his infancy. An old tale runs in the family that you were charged with sorcery, and fled to avoid the stake."
text_transcription: GRACIOUS HEAVEN EXCLAIMED THE YOUNG MAN RAISING HIMSELF ON HIS ELBOW YOU THEN ARE MY GREAT GRANDSIRE MY FATHER SUPPOSED YOU HAD DIED IN HIS INFANCY AN OLD TALE RUNS IN THE FAMILY THAT YOU WERE CHARGED WITH SORCERY AND FLED TO AVOID THE STAKE
phonemes: "ɡɹˈeɪʃəs hˈɛvən!" ɛksklˈeɪmd ðə jˈʌŋ mˈæn, ɹˈeɪzɪŋ hɪmsˈɛlf ˌɔn hɪz ˈɛlboʊ. "juː, ðˈɛn, ɑːɹ maɪ ɡɹˈeɪt ɡɹˈændsaɪɚ. maɪ fˈɑːðɚ səpˈoʊzd juː hæd dˈaɪd ɪn hɪz ˈɪnfənsi. ɐn ˈoʊld tˈeɪl ɹˈʌnz ɪnðə fˈæmɪli ðæt juː wɜː tʃˈɑːɹdʒd wɪð sˈɔːɹsɚɹi, ænd flˈɛd tʊ ɐvˈɔɪd ðə stˈeɪk."