text_original: Musdcemon bowed low. " Xor is that all," added the count ; " I will ask for you, for the third time, the Order of the Dannebrog. But I still fear that your birth, your humble relations — : Musdcemon blushed, turned pale, and hid his change of color by another bow.
text_transcription: MASTIMAN BOWED LOW NOR IS THAT ALL ADDED THE COUNT I WILL ASK FOR YOU FOR THE THIRD TIME THE ORDER OF THE DONNE BORG BUT I STILL FEAR THAT YOUR BIRTH YOUR HUMBLE RELATIONS MASTERNON BLUSHED TURNED PALE AND HID HIS CHANGE OF COLOR BY ANOTHER BOW
phonemes: mˈʌsdsɛmən bˈaʊd lˈoʊ. " zˈɔːɹ ɪz ðæt ˈɔːl," ˈædᵻd ðə kˈaʊnt ; " aɪ wɪl ˈæsk fɔːɹ juː, fɚðə θˈɜːd tˈaɪm, ðɪ ˈɔːɹdɚɹ ʌvðə dˈænɪbɹˌɑːɡ. bˌʌt aɪ stˈɪl fˈɪɹ ðæt jʊɹ bˈɜːθ, jʊɹ hˈʌmbəl ɹᵻlˈeɪʃənz — : mˈʌsdsɛmən blˈʌʃt, tˈɜːnd pˈeɪl, ænd hˈɪd hɪz tʃˈeɪndʒ ʌv kˈʌlɚ baɪ ɐnˈʌðɚ bˈoʊ.