text_original: Abhorred, abhorred race ! Son of d'Ahlefeld, leave me ! " The officer, at first bewildered by the sharpness of these invectives, soon lost his temper and found his speech. " Silence, lunatic ! Cease your devilish litanies
text_transcription: ABHORRED ABHORRED RACE SON OF GALAPHELT LEAVE ME THE OFFICER AT FIRST BEWILDERED BY THE SHARPNESS OF THESE INVECTIVES SOON LOST HIS TEMPER AND FOUND HIS SPEECH SILENCE LUNATIC SEIZE YOUR DEVILISH LITANIES
phonemes: ɐbhˈɔːɹd, ɐbhˈɔːɹd ɹˈeɪs ! sˈʌn ʌv dˈɑːlɪfˌɛld, lˈiːv mˌiː ! " ðɪ ˈɑːfɪsɚ, æt fˈɜːst bᵻwˈɪldɚd baɪ ðə ʃˈɑːɹpnəs ʌv ðiːz ɪnvˈɛktɪvz, sˈuːn lˈɔst hɪz tˈɛmpɚ ænd fˈaʊnd hɪz spˈiːtʃ. " sˈaɪləns, lˈuːnətˌɪk ! sˈiːs jʊɹ dˈɛvɪlɪʃ lˈɪtəniz