text_original: 327 " Child, you play the generous mau, as if I wanted your indulgence !" Before the astonished Ordener could turn his head, the brigand had placed his foot on the shoulder of his loyal victor, and at one bound stood twelve paces away from him.
text_transcription: CHILD YOU PLAYED A GENEROUS MAN AS IF I WANTED YOUR INDULGENCE BEFORE THE ASTONISHED ORDINAR COULD TURN HIS HEAD THE BRIGAND HAD PLACED HIS FOOT ON THE SHOULDER OF HIS LOYAL VICTOR AND AT ONE BOUND STOOD TWELVE PACES AWAY FROM HIM
phonemes: θɹˈiːhˈʌndɹɪd twˈɛnti sˈɛvən " tʃˈaɪld, juː plˈeɪ ðə dʒˈɛnɚɹəs mˈaʊ, æz ɪf aɪ wˈɔntᵻd jʊɹ ɪndˈʌldʒəns !" bᵻfˌɔːɹ ðɪ ɐstˈɑːnɪʃt ˈɔːɹdənɚ kʊd tˈɜːn hɪz hˈɛd, ðə bɹˈɪɡænd hæd plˈeɪst hɪz fˈʊt ɔnðə ʃˈoʊldɚɹ ʌv hɪz lˈɔɪəl vˈɪktɚ, ænd æt wˈʌn bˈaʊnd stˈʊd twˈɛlv pˈeɪsᵻz ɐwˈeɪ fɹʌm hˌɪm.