text_original: Has the old minister's daughter finally fallen a prey to our falco fulvus, our son Frederic ?" The countess, recovering her pride, again exclaimed : "Our son!"
text_transcription: HAS THE OLD MINISTER'S DAUGHTER FINALLY FALLEN PREY TO OUR FALCO FURVUS OUR SON FREDERICK THE COUNTESS RECOVERING HER PRIDE AGAIN EXCLAIMED OUR SON
phonemes: hɐz ðɪ ˈoʊld mˈɪnɪstɚz dˈɔːɾɚ fˈaɪnəli fˈɔːlən ɐ pɹˈeɪ tʊ ˌaʊɚ fˈælkoʊ fˈʊlvəs, ˌaʊɚ sˈʌn fɹɛdˈɛɹɪk ?" ðə kˈaʊntɛs, ɹᵻkˈʌvɚɹɪŋ hɜː pɹˈaɪd, ɐɡˈɛn ɛksklˈeɪmd : "ˌaʊɚ sˈʌn!"