text_original: Ordener was disarmed. HANS OF ICELAND. 329 " Have you," cried the monster, " aught to say to God or the Devil ere you die ? " And his eye darted flame, and all his muscles swelled with rage and joy, and he flung himself with a thrill of impatience upon his axe, which, wrapped in the cloak, lay upon the ground. Poor Ethel ' All at once a distant roar was heard outside.
text_transcription: ORDNER WAS DISARMED HAVE YOU CRIED THE MONSTER AH TO SAY TO GOD OR THE DEVIL ERE YOU DOWN AND HIS EYE DARTED FLAME AND ALL HIS MUSCLES SWELLED WITH RAGE AND JOY AND HE FLUNG HIMSELF WITH A THRILL OF IMPATIENCE UPON HIS AXE WHICH WRAPPED IN THE CLOAK LAY UPON THE GROUND POOR ETHEL ALL AT ONCE A DISTANT ROAR WAS HEARD OUTSIDE
phonemes: ˈɔːɹdənɚ wʌz dɪsˈɑːɹmd. hˈænz ʌv ˈaɪslənd. θɹˈiːhˈʌndɹɪd twˈɛnti nˈaɪn " hˈæv juː," kɹˈaɪd ðə mˈɔnstɚ, " ˈɔːt tə sˈeɪ tə ɡˈɑːd ɔːɹ ðə dˈɛvəl ˈɛɹ juː dˈaɪ ? " ænd hɪz ˈaɪ dˈɑːɹɾᵻd flˈeɪm, ænd ˈɔːl hɪz mˈʌsəlz swˈɛld wɪð ɹˈeɪdʒ ænd dʒˈɔɪ, ænd hiː flˈʌŋ hɪmsˈɛlf wɪð ɐ θɹˈɪl ʌv ɪmpˈeɪʃəns əpˌɑːn hɪz ˈæks, wˈɪtʃ, ɹˈæpt ɪnðə klˈoʊk, lˈeɪ əpˌɑːn ðə ɡɹˈaʊnd. pˈʊɹ ˈɛθəl ˈɔːl ɐtwˈʌns ɐ dˈɪstənt ɹˈɔːɹ wʌz hˈɜːd aʊtsˈaɪd.