text_original: "You may laugh, but it's true!" cried the dwarf angrily. "We must speak of this anon," said Auriol. "Will you convey him to the nearest tavern?" he added, placing money in the hands of the man who held the dwarf in his arms.
text_transcription: YOU MAY LAUGH BUT IT'S TRUE CRIED THE DWARF ANGRILY WE MUST SPEAK OF THIS ANON SAID ORIOLE WILL YOU CONVEY HIM TO THE NEAREST TAVERN HE ADDED PLACING MONEY IN THE HANDS OF THE MAN WHO HELD THE DWARF IN HIS ARMS
phonemes: "juː mˈeɪ lˈæf, bˌʌt ɪts tɹˈuː!" kɹˈaɪd ðə dwˈɔːɹf ˈæŋɡɹili. "wiː mˈʌst spˈiːk ʌv ðɪs ɐnˈɔn," sˈɛd ˈɔːɹɪˌɑːl. "wɪl juː kənvˈeɪ hˌɪm tə ðə nˌɪɹɪst tˈævɚn?" hiː ˈædᵻd, plˈeɪsɪŋ mˈʌni ɪnðə hˈændz ʌvðə mˈæn hˌuː hˈɛld ðə dwˈɔːɹf ɪn hɪz ˈɑːɹmz.