text_original: Hacket saw that he must needs submit ; for all the others began to murmur, and to say that this stranger should not die, as he had the safe conduct of Xedlam the counterfeiter. "Very well," he hissed through his teeth with concen  trated rage ; " then let him live. After all, it is your business, and not mine."
text_transcription: HACKETT SAW THAT HE MUST NEEDS SUBMIT FOR ALL THE OTHERS BEGAN TO MURMUR AND TO SAY THAT THIS STRANGER SHOULD NOT DIE AS HE HAD THE SAFE CONDUCT OF NEDLEM THE COUNT OF VITA VERY WELL HE HISSED THROUGH HIS TEETH WITH CONCENTRATED RAGE THEN LET HIM LIVE AFTER ALL IT IS YOUR BUSINESS AND NOT MINE
phonemes: hˈækɪt sˈɔː ðæt hiː mˈʌst nˈiːdz səbmˈɪt ; fɔːɹ ˈɔːl ðɪ ˈʌðɚz bɪɡˈæn tə mˈɜːmɚ, ænd tə sˈeɪ ðæt ðɪs stɹˈeɪndʒɚ ʃˌʊd nˌɑːt dˈaɪ, æz hiː hæd ðə sˈeɪf kˈɑːndʌkt ʌv zˈɛdlæm ðə kˈaʊntɚfˌɪɾɚ. "vˈɛɹi wˈɛl," hiː hˈɪst θɹuː hɪz tˈiːθ wɪð kənsˈɛn tɹˈeɪɾᵻd ɹˈeɪdʒ ; " ðˈɛn lˈɛt hˌɪm lˈaɪv. ˈæftɚɹ ˈɔːl, ɪɾ ɪz jʊɹ bˈɪznəs, ænd nˌɑːt mˈaɪn."