text_original: "Fool!" cried the other, seizing him by the arm, and fixing a withering glance upon him. "Bring her to me ere the week be out, or dread my vengeance!"
text_transcription: FOOL CRIED THE OTHER SEIZING HIM BY THE ARM AND FIXING A WITHERING GLANCE UPON HIM BRING HER TO ME ERE THE WEEK BE OUT OR DREAD MY VENGEANCE
phonemes: "fˈuːl!" kɹˈaɪd ðɪ ˈʌðɚ, sˈiːzɪŋ hˌɪm baɪ ðɪ ˈɑːɹm, ænd fˈɪksɪŋ ɐ wˈɪðɚɹɪŋ ɡlˈæns əpˌɑːn hˌɪm. "bɹˈɪŋ hɜː tə mˌiː ˈɛɹ ðə wˈiːk biː ˈaʊt, ɔːɹ dɹˈɛd maɪ vˈɛndʒəns!"