text_original: I might learn that the fruit which quenches my thirst is a poison which will destroy me." " Count ! " cried Ordeuer, angrily ; " Count ! " lie re  peated, in tones of pity and reproach. "Why should I trust you," replied Schumacker, — "you who to my very face defend the merciless Guldenlew ?
text_transcription: I MIGHT LEARN THAT THE FRUIT WHICH QUENCHES MY THIRST IS A POISON WHICH WILL DESTROY ME COUNT CRIED ORDINAR ANGRILY COUNT HE REPEATED IN TONES OF PITY AND REPROACH WHY SHOULD I TRUST YOU REPLIED SCHUMANKA YOU WHO TO MY VERY FACE DEFEND THE MERCILESS GOLDEN LOVE
phonemes: aɪ mˌaɪt lˈɜːn ðætðə fɹˈuːt wˌɪtʃ kwˈɛntʃᵻz maɪ θˈɜːst ɪz ɐ pˈɔɪzən wˌɪtʃ wɪl dᵻstɹˈɔɪ mˌiː." " kˈaʊnt ! " kɹˈaɪd ˈɔːɹdjuːɚ, ˈæŋɡɹili ; " kˈaʊnt ! " lˈaɪ ɹˌiː pˈiːɾᵻd, ɪn tˈoʊnz ʌv pˈɪɾi ænd ɹᵻpɹˈoʊtʃ. "wˌaɪ ʃˌʊd aɪ tɹˈʌst juː," ɹᵻplˈaɪd ʃˈuːmækɚ, — "juː hˌuː tə maɪ vˈɛɹi fˈeɪs dᵻfˈɛnd ðə mˈɜːsiləs ɡˈʌldənlˌuː ?