text_original: " I have neither lace nor fringes, Lieutenant ; but I wear a sword." The proud youth, Hinging back his cloak, set his cap firmly on his head and grasped his sword hilt, when Ethel, roused by such imminent danger, seized his arm and clasped his neck, with an exclamation of terror and entreaty.
text_transcription: I HAVE NEITHER LAYCE NOR FRINGES LIEUTENANT BUT I WEAR A SWORD THE PROUD YOUTH FLINGING BACK HIS CLOAK SET HIS CAP FIRMLY ON HIS HEAD AND GRASPED HIS SWORD HILT WHEN ETHEL ROUSED BY SUCH IMMINENT DANGER SEIZED HIS ARM AND CLASPED HIS NECK WITH AN EXCLAMATION OF TERROR AND ENTREATY
phonemes: " aɪ hæv nˈiːðɚ lˈeɪs nˈɔːɹ fɹˈɪndʒᵻz, luːtˈɛnənt ; bˌʌt aɪ wˈɛɹ ɐ sˈɔːɹd." ðə pɹˈaʊd jˈuːθ, hˈɪndʒɪŋ bˈæk hɪz klˈoʊk, sˈɛt hɪz kˈæp fˈɜːmli ˌɔn hɪz hˈɛd ænd ɡɹˈæspt hɪz sˈɔːɹd hˈɪlt, wˌɛn ˈɛθəl, ɹˈaʊzd baɪ sˈʌtʃ ˈɪmɪnənt dˈeɪndʒɚ, sˈiːzd hɪz ˈɑːɹm ænd klˈæspt hɪz nˈɛk, wɪð ɐn ɛksklɐmˈeɪʃən ʌv tˈɛɹɚ ænd ɛntɹˈiːɾi.