text_original: Norbith was a young man, whose stern, dark features bore the stamp of true nobility. He picked up the paper and unfolded it. "Good God! "he exclaimed, " it is the passport of my poor friend, Christopher Xedlam, that unfortunate fellow who was beheaded not a week ago in Skongen market place, for coining counterfeit money."
text_transcription: NORBID WAS A YOUNG MAN WHOSE STERN DARK FEATURES BORE THE STAMP OF TRUE NOBILITY HE PICKED UP THE PAPER AND UNFOLDED IT GOOD GOD HE EXCLAIMED IT IS THE PASSPORT OF MY POOR FRIEND CHRISTOPHER NEDLEM THAT UNFORTUNATE FELLOW WHO WAS BEHEADED NOT A WEEK AGO IN SCONG AND MARKET PLACE FOR COINING COUNTERFEIT MONEY
phonemes: nˈɔːɹbɪt wʌzɐ jˈʌŋ mˈæn, hˌuːz stˈɜːn, dˈɑːɹk fˈiːtʃɚz bˈɔːɹ ðə stˈæmp ʌv tɹˈuː noʊbˈɪlᵻɾi. hiː pˈɪkt ˌʌp ðə pˈeɪpɚ ænd ʌnfˈoʊldᵻd ɪt. "ɡˈʊd ɡˈɑːd! "hiː ɛksklˈeɪmd, " ɪɾ ɪz ðə pˈæspɔːɹt ʌv maɪ pˈʊɹ fɹˈɛnd, kɹˈɪstəfɚ zˈɛdlæm, ðæt ʌnfˈɔːɹtʃənət fˈɛloʊ hˌuː wʌz bᵻhˈɛdᵻd nˌɑːɾə wˈiːk ɐɡˈoʊ ɪn skˈɑːndʒən mˈɑːɹkɪt plˈeɪs, fɔːɹ kˈɔɪnɪŋ kˈaʊntɚfˌeɪt mˈʌni."