text_original: I am not mad, but the wife of — A prolonged and violent knocking at the door drowned her words, to the great disappointment of Spiagudry and Ordener, who had silently listened to the dialogue. " Cursed," muttered the red woman, " be the mayor and council of Skongen, who gave us this tower so near the high road for our dwelling ! Perhaps that is not Nychol, now." Still, she took up the lamp.
text_transcription: I AM NOT MAD BUT THE WIFE OF A PROLONGED AND VIOLENT KNOCKING AT THE DOOR DROWNED HER WORDS TO THE GREAT DISAPPOINTMENT OF SIAGATRI AND ORDINA WHO HAD SILENTLY LISTENED TO THE DIALOGUE CURS MUTTERED THE RED WOMAN BE THE MAYOR AND COUNCIL OF SCONGUN WHO GAVE US THIS TOWER SO NEAR THE HIGH ROAD FOR OUR DWELLING PERHAPS THAT IS NOT NICOL NOW STILL SHE TOOK UP THE LAMP
phonemes: aɪɐm nˌɑːt mˈæd, bˌʌt ðə wˈaɪf ʌv — ɐ pɹəlˈɔŋd ænd vˈaɪələnt nˈɑːkɪŋ æt ðə dˈɔːɹ dɹˈaʊnd hɜː wˈɜːdz, tə ðə ɡɹˈeɪt dˌɪsɐpˈɔɪntmənt ʌv spˈaɪəɡˌʌdɹi ænd ˈɔːɹdənɚ, hˌuː hæd sˈaɪləntli lˈɪsənd tə ðə dˈaɪəlɑːɡ. " kˈɜːst," mˈʌɾɚd ðə ɹˈɛd wˈʊmən, " biː ðə mˈeɪɚ ænd kˈaʊnsəl ʌv skˈɑːndʒən, hˌuː ɡˈeɪv ˌʌs ðɪs tˈaʊɚ sˌoʊ nˌɪɹ ðə hˈaɪ ɹˈoʊd fɔːɹ ˌaʊɚ dwˈɛlɪŋ ! pɚhˈæps ðæt ɪz nˌɑːt nˈɪkɑːl, nˈaʊ." stˈɪl, ʃiː tˈʊk ˌʌp ðə lˈæmp.