text_original: " Soldier, pray to your patron saint that these hands may never leave their mark upon your face ! " "Oh! — enough of this!" cried the soldier, in a rage. Then, pausing suddenly, he said : " Xo, there must be no word of a duel before dead men."
text_transcription: SOLDIER PRAY TO YOUR PATRON SAINT THAT THESE HANDS MAY NEVER LEAVE THEIR MARK UPON YOUR FACE OH ENOUGH OF THIS CRIED THE SOLDIER IN A RAGE THEN PAUSING SUDDENLY HE SAID NO THERE MUST BE NO WORD OF A DUEL BEFORE DEAD MEN
phonemes: " sˈoʊldʒɚ, pɹˈeɪ tə jʊɹ pˈeɪtɹən sˈeɪnt ðæt ðiːz hˈændz mˈeɪ nˈɛvɚ lˈiːv ðɛɹ mˈɑːɹk əpˌɑːn jʊɹ fˈeɪs ! " "ˈoʊ! — ɪnˈʌf ʌv ðˈɪs!" kɹˈaɪd ðə sˈoʊldʒɚ, ɪn ɐ ɹˈeɪdʒ. ðˈɛn, pˈɔːzɪŋ sˈʌdənli, hiː sˈɛd : " zˈoʊ, ðɛɹ mˈʌst biː nˈoʊ wˈɜːd əvə dˈuːəl bᵻfˌɔːɹ dˈɛd mˈɛn."