text_original: " General ! my noble father ! " cried a familiar voice ; and Ordeher clasped in his arms the old man, who did not even try to repress a cry of joy. " Ordener, my good Ordener ! Zounds ! how glad I am ! " He collected his thoughts in the middle of his phrase.
text_transcription: GENERAL MY NOBLE FATHER CRIED THE FAMILIAR VOICE AND ORDINAR CLASPED IN HIS ARMS THE OLD MAN WHO DID NOT EVEN TRY TO REPRESS A CRY OF JOY OUR ORDINAR MY GOOD ORDINAR ZOUNDS HOW GLAD I AM HE COLLECTED HIS THOUGHTS IN THE MIDDLE OF HIS PHRASE
phonemes: " dʒˈɛnɚɹəl ! maɪ nˈoʊbəl fˈɑːðɚ ! " kɹˈaɪd ɐ fəmˈɪlɪɹ vˈɔɪs ; ænd ˈɔːɹdɛhɚ klˈæspt ɪn hɪz ˈɑːɹmz ðɪ ˈoʊld mˈæn, hˌuː dɪdnˌɑːt ˈiːvən tɹˈaɪ tə ɹᵻpɹˈɛs ɐ kɹˈaɪ ʌv dʒˈɔɪ. " ˈɔːɹdənɚ, maɪ ɡˈʊd ˈɔːɹdənɚ ! zˈaʊndz ! hˌaʊ ɡlˈæd aɪˈæm ! " hiː kəlˈɛktᵻd hɪz θˈɔːts ɪnðə mˈɪdəl ʌv hɪz fɹˈeɪz.