text_original: The prisoner folded his arms and bent his head, then 52 HANS OF ICELAND. looking up at the young man, said : " I told you some good fortune must Lave befallen him ! " His eye turned to the wall, where the signs of his former grandeur hung, and he waved his hand, as if to dismiss the witness of a grief which he strove to conquer.
text_transcription: THE PRISONER FOLDED HIS ARMS AND BENT HIS HEAD THEN LOOKING UP AT THE YOUNG MAN SAID I TOLD YOU SOME GOOD FORTUNE MUST HAVE BEFALLEN HIM HIS EYE TURNED TO THE WALL WHERE THE SIGNS OF HIS FORMER GRANDEUR HUNG AND HE WAVED HIS HAND AS IF TO DISMISS THE WITNESS OF A GRIEF WHICH HE STROVE TO CONQUER
phonemes: ðə pɹˈɪzənɚ fˈoʊldᵻd hɪz ˈɑːɹmz ænd bˈɛnt hɪz hˈɛd, ðˈɛn fˈɪfti tˈuː hˈænz ʌv ˈaɪslənd. lˈʊkɪŋ ˌʌp æt ðə jˈʌŋ mˈæn, sˈɛd : " aɪ tˈoʊld juː sˌʌm ɡˈʊd fˈɔːɹtʃʊn mˈʌst lˈeɪv bᵻfˈɔːlən hˌɪm ! " hɪz ˈaɪ tˈɜːnd tə ðə wˈɔːl, wˌɛɹ ðə sˈaɪnz ʌv hɪz fˈɔːɹmɚ ɡɹændˈʊɹ hˈʌŋ, ænd hiː wˈeɪvd hɪz hˈænd, æz ɪf tə dɪsmˈɪs ðə wˈɪtnəs əvə ɡɹˈiːf wˌɪtʃ hiː stɹˈoʊv tə kˈɑːŋkɚ.