text_original: Pardon for Schumacker ! ' I turned; I saw a royal aide de camp galloping toward the gallows waving a parchment. The count rose, with a look not of pleasure, but of satisfaction. The parchment was handed to him.
text_transcription: PARDON FOR SCHUMANKER I TURNED I SAW A ROYAL AIDE DE CAMP GALLOPING TOWARD THE GALLOWS WAVING A PARCHMENT THE COUNT ROSE WITH A LOOK NOT OF PLEASURE BUT OF SATISFACTION THE PARCHMENT WAS HANDED TO HIM
phonemes: pˈɑːɹdən fɔːɹ ʃˈuːmækɚ ! aɪ tˈɜːnd; aɪ sˈɔː ɐ ɹˈɔɪəl ˈeɪd də kˈæmp ɡˈæləpˌɪŋ təwˈɔːɹd ðə ɡˈæloʊz wˈeɪvɪŋ ɐ pˈɑːɹtʃmənt. ðə kˈaʊnt ɹˈoʊz, wɪð ɐ lˈʊk nˌɑːt ʌv plˈɛʒɚ, bˌʌt ʌv sˌæɾɪsfˈækʃən. ðə pˈɑːɹtʃmənt wʌz hˈændᵻd tə hˌɪm.