text_original: thought the keeper, unable otherwise to explain the ill effect of his flattery. " Becky is right, my fair haired sage," exclaimed the hangman. "I shall think you have a viper's tongue, if you defend that Spiagudry much longer." " God forbid, master ! " exclaimed the latter ; " I would not defend him for the world."
text_transcription: THOUGHT THE KEEPER UNABLE OTHERWISE TO EXPLAIN THE ILL EFFECT OF HIS FLATTERY AH BECKY IS RIGHT MY FAIR HAIRED SAGE EXCLAIMED THE HANGMAN I SHALL THINK YOU HAVE A VIPER'S TONGUE IF YOU DEFEND THAT SPIAGRE DRI MUCH LONGER GOD FORBID MASTER EXCLAIMED THE LATTER I WOULD NOT DEFEND HIM FOR THE WORLD
phonemes: θˈɔːt ðə kˈiːpɚ, ʌnˈeɪbəl ˈʌðɚwˌaɪz tʊ ɛksplˈeɪn ðɪ ˈɪl ɪfˈɛkt ʌv hɪz flˈæɾɚɹi. " bˈɛki ɪz ɹˈaɪt, maɪ fˈɛɹ hˈɛɹd sˈeɪdʒ," ɛksklˈeɪmd ðə hˈæŋmən. "aɪʃˌɐl θˈɪŋk juː hæv ɐ vˈaɪpɚz tˈʌŋ, ɪf juː dᵻfˈɛnd ðæt spˈaɪəɡˌʌdɹi mˈʌtʃ lˈɔŋɡɚ." " ɡˈɑːd fɚbˈɪd, mˈæstɚ ! " ɛksklˈeɪmd ðə lˈæɾɚ ; " aɪ wʊd nˌɑːt dᵻfˈɛnd hˌɪm fɚðə wˈɜːld."