text_original: Here burst forth the long repressed storm. "Do you hear the miscreant, — the old Pagan ! " cried twenty shrill, discordant voices. "He would fain see one less man living, for the sake of the forty escalins that a dead body brings him." " And what if I would
text_transcription: HERE BURST FORTH THE LONG REPRESSED STORM DO YOU HEAR THE MISCREANT THE OLD PAGAN CRIED TWENTY SHRILL DISCORDANT VOICES HE WOULD FAIN SEE ONE LESS MAN LIVING FOR THE SAKE OF THE FORTY ESCULINES THAT A DEAD BODY BRINGS HIM AND WHAT IF I WOULD
phonemes: hˈɪɹ bˈɜːst fˈɔːɹθ ðə lˈɔŋ ɹᵻpɹˈɛst stˈɔːɹm. "dˈuː juː hˈɪɹ ðə mˈɪskɹiənt, — ðɪ ˈoʊld pˈeɪɡən ! " kɹˈaɪd twˈɛnti ʃɹˈɪl, dɪskˈɔːɹdənt vˈɔɪsᵻz. "hiː wʊd fˈeɪn sˈiː wˈʌn lˈɛs mˈæn lˈɪvɪŋ, fɚðə sˈeɪk ʌvðə fˈɔːɹɾi ˈɛskɐlˌɪnz ðˌæɾə dˈɛd bˈɑːdi bɹˈɪŋz hˌɪm." " ænd wʌt ɪf aɪ wˈʊd