text_original: "You see," said the young man, "that this tower is not deserted. You feel easier now, no doubt." " Oh, my God ! my God ! " cried the old man, " where are you taking me, master ? Saint Hospitius forbid that I should enter that oratory of the Devil
text_transcription: YOU SEE SAID THE YOUNG MAN THAT THIS TOWER IS NOT DESERTED YOU FEEL EASIER NOW NO DOUBT O MY GOD MY GOD CRIED THE OLD MAN WHERE ARE YOU TAKING ME MASTER SAINT AUSPICIOUS FORBID THAT I SHOULD ENTER THAT ORATORY OF THE DEVIL
phonemes: "juː sˈiː," sˈɛd ðə jˈʌŋ mˈæn, "ðæt ðɪs tˈaʊɚɹ ɪz nˌɑːt dᵻzˈɜːɾᵻd. juː fˈiːl ˈiːziɚ nˈaʊ, nˈoʊ dˈaʊt." " ˈoʊ, maɪ ɡˈɑːd ! maɪ ɡˈɑːd ! " kɹˈaɪd ðɪ ˈoʊld mˈæn, " wˌɛɹ ɑːɹ juː tˈeɪkɪŋ mˌiː, mˈæstɚ ? sˈeɪnt həspˈɪʃəs fɚbˈɪd ðæt aɪ ʃˌʊd ˈɛntɚ ðæt ˈɔːɹətˌɔːɹi ʌvðə dˈɛvəl