text_original: A prolonged shout arose. " A stranger ! Kill him ! kill him ! '' A hundred arms were raised to strike Ordener down. He put his hand to his side in search of his sword. Xoble youth ! In his generous ardor he had forgotten that he was alone and unarmed.
text_transcription: A PROLONGED SHOUT AROSE A STRANGER KILL HIM KILL HIM A HUNDRED ARMS WERE RAISED TO STRIKE ORDNER DOWN HE PUT HIS HAND TO HIS SIDE IN SEARCH OF HIS SWORD NOBLE YOUTH IN HIS GENEROUS ARDOR HE HAD FORGOTTEN THAT HE WAS ALONE AND UNARMED
phonemes: ɐ pɹəlˈɔŋd ʃˈaʊt ɚɹˈoʊz. " ɐ stɹˈeɪndʒɚ ! kˈɪl hˌɪm ! kˈɪl hˌɪm ! ɐ hˈʌndɹɪd ˈɑːɹmz wɜː ɹˈeɪzd tə stɹˈaɪk ˈɔːɹdənɚ dˈaʊn. hiː pˌʊt hɪz hˈænd tə hɪz sˈaɪd ɪn sˈɜːtʃ ʌv hɪz sˈɔːɹd. zˈɑːbəl jˈuːθ ! ɪn hɪz dʒˈɛnɚɹəs ˈɑːɹdɚ hiː hæd fɚɡˈɑːʔn̩ ðæt hiː wʌz ɐlˈoʊn ænd ʌnˈɑːɹmd.