text_original: " The viceroy's son ! Indeed, mother, you must be dreaming, or else you are joking." " Xeither, my sou. Who was on guard yesterday ? " " I myself, mother." " And you did not see Baron Ordener ? " " Xot a bit of it," repeated the lieutenant.
text_transcription: A DEVICE ROY'S SON INDEED MOTHER YOU MUST BE DREAMING OR ELSE YOU ARE JOKING NEITHER MY SON WHO WAS ON GUARD YESTERDAY I MYSELF MOTHER AND YOU DID NOT SEE BARON ORDINAR NOT A BIT OF IT REPEATED THE LIEUTENANT
phonemes: " ðə vˈaɪsɹɔɪz sˈʌn ! ˌɪndˈiːd, mˈʌðɚ, juː mˈʌst biː dɹˈiːmɪŋ, ɔːɹ ˈɛls juː ɑːɹ dʒˈoʊkɪŋ." " zˈiːðɚ, maɪ sˈuː. hˌuː wʌz ˌɔn ɡˈɑːɹd jˈɛstɚdˌeɪ ? " " aɪ maɪsˈɛlf, mˈʌðɚ." " ænd juː dɪdnˌɑːt sˈiː bˈæɹən ˈɔːɹdənɚ ? " " zˈɑːt ɐ bˈɪt ʌv ɪt," ɹᵻpˈiːɾᵻd ðə luːtˈɛnənt.