text_original: "Think you I have done this for you?" cried Auriol, snatching the potion; "no  no." And, supporting himself against the furnace, he placed the phial to his lips, and eagerly drained its contents. The old man seemed paralysed by the action, but kept his eye fixed upon the youth till he had drained the elixir to the last drop. He then uttered a piercing cry, threw up his arms, and fell heavily backwards. Dead  dead!
text_transcription: THINK YOU WILL HAVE DONE THIS FOR YOU CRIED AUREOLE SNATCHING THE POTION NO NO AND SUPPORTING HIMSELF AGAINST THE FURNACE HE PLACED THE FIRE TO HIS LIPS AND EAGERLY DRAINED ITS CONTENTS THE OLD MAN SEEMED PARALYZED BY THE ACTION BUT KEPT HIS EYE FIXED UPON THE YOUTH TILL HE HAD DRAINED THE ELIXIR TO THE LAST DROP HE THEN UTTERED A PIERCING CRY THREW UP HIS ARMS AND FELL HEAVILY BACKWARDS DEAD DEAD
phonemes: "θˈɪŋk juː aɪ hæv dˈʌn ðɪs fɔːɹ juː?" kɹˈaɪd ˈɔːɹɪˌɑːl, snˈætʃɪŋ ðə pˈoʊʃən; "nˈoʊ nˈoʊ." ænd, səpˈɔːɹɾɪŋ hɪmsˈɛlf ɐɡˈɛnst ðə fˈɜːnɪs, hiː plˈeɪst ðə fˈaɪəl tə hɪz lˈɪps, ænd ˈiːɡɚli dɹˈeɪnd ɪts kˈɑːntɛnts. ðɪ ˈoʊld mˈæn sˈiːmd pˈæɹəlˌaɪzd baɪ ðɪ ˈækʃən, bˌʌt kˈɛpt hɪz ˈaɪ fˈɪkst əpˌɑːn ðə jˈuːθ tˈɪl hiː hæd dɹˈeɪnd ðɪ ᵻlˈɪksɚ tə ðə lˈæst dɹˈɑːp. hiː ðˈɛn ˈʌɾɚd ɐ pˈɪɹsɪŋ kɹˈaɪ, θɹˈuː ˌʌp hɪz ˈɑːɹmz, ænd fˈɛl hˈɛvili bˈækwɚdz. dˈɛd dˈɛd!