text_original: " Ethel," said the condemned man, in icy tones, " fare  well ! When you leave this cell, bid the hangman hasten Ills coming." She rose, stood before him one moment, pale and trem  bling, then her knees gave way beneath her, and she sank to the stone floor with clasped hands.
text_transcription: ETHEL SAID THE CONDEMNED MAN IN ICY TONES FAREWELL WHEN YOU LEAVE THIS CELL BID THE HANGMAN HASTEN HIS COMING SHE ROSE STOOD BEFORE HIM ONE MOMENT PALE AND TREMBLING THEN HER KNEES GAVE WAY BENEATH HER AND SHE SANK TO THE STONE FLOOR WITH CLASPED HANDS
phonemes: " ˈɛθəl," sˈɛd ðə kəndˈɛmd mˈæn, ɪn ˈaɪsi tˈoʊnz, " fˈɛɹ wˈɛl ! wˌɛn juː lˈiːv ðɪs sˈɛl, bˈɪd ðə hˈæŋmən hˈeɪsən ˈɪlz kˈʌmɪŋ." ʃiː ɹˈoʊz, stˈʊd bᵻfˌɔːɹ hˌɪm wˈʌn mˈoʊmənt, pˈeɪl ænd tɹˈɛm blˈɪŋ, ðˈɛn hɜː nˈiːz ɡˈeɪv wˈeɪ bᵻnˈiːθ hɜː, ænd ʃiː sˈæŋk tə ðə stˈoʊn flˈɔːɹ wɪð klˈæspt hˈændz.