text_original: Had this been the inexorable hour when the destroying angel hurls sinful souls into everlasting torments, he would have felt pity for the torture which at this instant wrung the heart of the unfortunate countess. Musdoemon laughed in his sleeve. "Sir Frederic," said he, "I see that the steel sword has no desire to rust in its iron scabbard. You do not care to lose the wholesome traditions of Copenhagen drawing  rooms within the walls of Munkholm.
text_transcription: HAD THIS BEEN THE INEXORABLE HOUR WHEN THE DESTROYING ANGEL HURLED SINFUL SOULS INTO EVERLASTING TORMENTS HE WOULD HAVE FELT PITY FOR THE TORTURE WHICH AT THIS INSTANT WRUNG THE HEART OF THE UNFORTUNATE COUNTESS MARSDAEMON LAUGHED IN HIS SLEEVE SIR FREDERICK SAID HE I SEE THAT THE STEEL SWORD HAS NO DESIRE TO RUST IN ITS IRON SCABBARD YOU DO NOT CARE TO LOSE THE WHOLESOME TRADITIONS OF COPENHAGEN DRAWING ROOMS WITHIN THE WALLS OF MUNG KORN
phonemes: hæd ðɪs bˌɪn ðɪ ɪnˈɛksɚɹəbəl ˈaʊɚ wɛn ðə dᵻstɹˈɔɪɪŋ ˈeɪndʒəl hˈɜːlz sˈɪnfəl sˈoʊlz ˌɪntʊ ˌɛvɚlˈæstɪŋ tˈɔːɹmɛnts, hiː wʊdhɐv fˈɛlt pˈɪɾi fɚðə tˈɔːɹtʃɚ wˌɪtʃ æt ðɪs ˈɪnstənt ɹˈʌŋ ðə hˈɑːɹt ʌvðɪ ʌnfˈɔːɹtʃənət kˈaʊntɛs. mˈʌsdoʊmən lˈæft ɪn hɪz slˈiːv. "sˌɜː fɹɛdˈɛɹɪk," sˈɛd hiː, "aɪ sˈiː ðætðə stˈiːl sˈɔːɹd hɐz nˈoʊ dɪzˈaɪɚ tə ɹˈʌst ɪn ɪts ˈaɪɚn skˈæbɚd. juː duːnˌɑːt kˈɛɹ tə lˈuːz ðə hˈoʊlsʌm tɹɐdˈɪʃənz ʌv kˌoʊpənhˈeɪɡən dɹˈɔːɪŋ ɹˈuːmz wɪðˌɪn ðə wˈɔːlz ʌv mˈʌŋkhoʊm.