text_original: " Give me death," returned Ordeuer ; " it is the only tiling that I would accept from you." " One moment, Mr. Racket," said an old man, with a thick beard, who stood leaning on a long musket. " You are my guests, and I alone have the right to send this fellow to tell the dead what lie has seen." Mr. Racket laughed.
text_transcription: GIVE ME DEATH RETURNED ORDNER IT IS THE ONLY THING THAT I WOULD ACCEPT FROM YOU ONE MOMENT MISTER HACKETT SAID AN OLD MAN WITH A THICK BEARD WHO STOOD LEANING ON A LONG MUSKET YOU ARE MY GUEST AND I ALONE HAVE THE RIGHT TO SEND THIS FELLOW TO TELL THE DEAD WHAT HE HAS SEEN MISTER HACKETT LAUGHED
phonemes: " ɡˈɪv mˌiː dˈɛθ," ɹᵻtˈɜːnd ˈɔːɹdjuːɚ ; " ɪɾ ɪz ðɪ ˈoʊnli tˈaɪlɪŋ ðæt aɪ wʊd ɐksˈɛpt fɹʌm juː." " wˈʌn mˈoʊmənt, mˈɪstɚ. ɹˈækɪt," sˈɛd ɐn ˈoʊld mˈæn, wɪð ɐ θˈɪk bˈɪɹd, hˌuː stˈʊd lˈiːnɪŋ ˌɔn ɐ lˈɔŋ mˈʌskɪt. " juː ɑːɹ maɪ ɡˈɛsts, ænd aɪ ɐlˈoʊn hæv ðə ɹˈaɪt tə sˈɛnd ðɪs fˈɛloʊ tə tˈɛl ðə dˈɛd wʌt lˈaɪ hɐz sˈiːn." mˈɪstɚ. ɹˈækɪt lˈæft.