text_original: " Some soldier of the garrison ? " said Musdoemon, laughing heartily. 118 HANS OF ICELAND. " What, my son ! " exclaimed the countess in her turn. " Are you sure that she loves a rustic, a serf ? What luck, if you are sure of it
text_transcription: SOME SOLDIER OF THE GARRISON SAID MUST DEMON LAUGHING HEARTILY WHAT MY SON EXCLAIMED THE COUNTESS IN HER TURN ARE YOU SURE THAT SHE LOVES A RUSTIC A SERF WHAT LUCK IF YOU ARE SURE OF IT
phonemes: " sˌʌm sˈoʊldʒɚɹ ʌvðə ɡˈæɹɪsən ? " sˈɛd mˈʌsdoʊmən, lˈæfɪŋ hˈɑːɹɾili. wˈʌnhˈʌndɹɪd ˈeɪtiːn hˈænz ʌv ˈaɪslənd. " wˌʌt, maɪ sˈʌn ! " ɛksklˈeɪmd ðə kˈaʊntɛs ɪn hɜː tˈɜːn. " ɑːɹ juː ʃˈʊɹ ðæt ʃiː lˈʌvz ɐ ɹˈʌstɪk, ɐ sˈɜːf ? wˌʌt lˈʌk, ɪf juː ɑːɹ ʃˈʊɹ ʌv ɪt