text_original: The count rose, with a look not of pleasure, but of satisfaction. The parchment was handed to him. 'Oood God!' cried he, ' imprisonment for life! Their mercy is more cruel than death.' He stepped, looking like a thief, from the scaffold which he had mounted so serenely.
text_transcription: THE COUNT ROSE WITH A LOOK NOT OF PLEASURE BUT OF SATISFACTION THE PARCHMENT WAS HANDED TO HIM GOOD GOD CRIED HE IMPRISONMENT FOR LIFE THEIR MERCY IS MORE CRUEL THAN DEATH HE STEPPED LOOKING LIKE A THIEF FROM THE SCAFFOLD WHICH HE HAD MOUNTED SO SERENELY
phonemes: ðə kˈaʊnt ɹˈoʊz, wɪð ɐ lˈʊk nˌɑːt ʌv plˈɛʒɚ, bˌʌt ʌv sˌæɾɪsfˈækʃən. ðə pˈɑːɹtʃmənt wʌz hˈændᵻd tə hˌɪm. ˈuːɑːd ɡˈɑːd!kɹˈaɪd hiː, ɪmpɹˈɪzənmənt fɔːɹ lˈaɪf! ðɛɹ mˈɜːsi ɪz mˈɔːɹ kɹˈuːəl ðɐn dˈɛθ.hiː stˈɛpt, lˈʊkɪŋ lˈaɪk ɐ θˈiːf, fɹʌmðə skˈæfoʊld wˌɪtʃ hiː hæd mˈaʊntᵻd sˌoʊ sɚɹˈiːnli.