text_original: You are quite mistaken, my charitable and hospitable friend. My comrade will not have the pleasure of occu  pying an apartment in your tempting tavern with its six beds. Don't you suppose he has already consoled himself 30 HANS OF ICELAND. with another Valkyria for the death of that girl ? He had long been tired of your Guth, by my beard!" At these words, the storm, which Spiagudry had for a moment drawn upon his own head, again burst more furiously than ever upon the luckless soldier.
text_transcription: YOU ARE QUITE MISTAKEN MY CHARITABLE AND HOSPITABLE FRIEND MY COMRADE WILL NOT HAVE THE PLEASURE OF OCCUPYING AN APARTMENT IN YOUR TEMPTING TAVERN WITH ITS SIX BEDS DON'T YOU SUPPOSE HE HAS ALREADY CONSOLED HIMSELF WITH ANOTHER VULCARIA FOR THE DEATH OF THAT GIRL HE HAD LONG BEEN TIRED OF YOUR GOOSE BY MY BEARD AT THESE WORDS THE STORM WHICH SVIAGODRI HAD FOR A MOMENT DRAWN UPON HIS OWN HEAD AGAIN BURST MORE FURIOUSLY THAN EVER UPON THE LUCKLESS SOLDIER
phonemes: juː ɑːɹ kwˈaɪt mɪstˈeɪkən, maɪ tʃˈæɹɪɾəbəl ænd hɑːspˈɪɾəbəl fɹˈɛnd. maɪ kˈɑːmɹæd wɪl nˌɑːɾɐv ðə plˈɛʒɚɹ ʌv ˈɑːkuː pˈaɪɪŋ ɐn ɐpˈɑːɹtmənt ɪn jʊɹ tˈɛmptɪŋ tˈævɚn wɪð ɪts sˈɪks bˈɛdz. dˈoʊnt juː səpˈoʊz hiː hɐz ɔːlɹˌɛdi kənsˈoʊld hɪmsˈɛlf θˈɜːɾi hˈænz ʌv ˈaɪslənd. wɪð ɐnˈʌðɚ vælkˈɪɹiə fɚðə dˈɛθ ʌv ðæt ɡˈɜːl ? hiː hæd lˈɔŋ bˌɪn tˈaɪɚd ʌv jʊɹ ɡˈʌθ, baɪ maɪ bˈɪɹd!" æt ðiːz wˈɜːdz, ðə stˈɔːɹm, wˌɪtʃ spˈaɪəɡˌʌdɹi hæd fɚɹə mˈoʊmənt dɹˈɔːn əpˌɑːn hɪz ˈoʊn hˈɛd, ɐɡˈɛn bˈɜːst mˈɔːɹ fjˈʊɹɹiəsli ðɐn ˈɛvɚɹ əpˌɑːn ðə lˈʌkləs sˈoʊldʒɚ.