text_original: Kill it. — What is it, you say ? Xothing, — a trifle, truly ; nothing, dame Becky, save that within a week from this time ex chancellor Sehumacker, who is a prisoner at Muukholm, after looking me so closely in the face at Copenhagen, and the famous brigand of Iceland, Hans of Klipstadur, may perhaps both pass through my hands at once." 1 The Gypsy form of marriage. 420 MASS OF ICELAND. The red woman's wandering eye assumed an expression of surprised curiosity.
text_transcription: KILL IT AH WHAT IS IT YOU SAY NOTHING A TRIFLE TRULY NOTHING DAME BECKY SAVE THAT WITHIN A WEEK FROM THIS TIME EX CHANCELLOR SCHUMANKER WHO IS A PRISONER AT MONGOL AFTER LOOKING ME SO CLOSELY IN THE FACE AT COPENHAGEN AND THE FAMOUS BRIGAND OF ICELAND HANDS OFF CLIPSTA DURE MAY PERHAPS BOTH PASS THROUGH MY HANDS AT ONCE THE RED WOMAN'S WANDERING EYE ASSUMED AN EXPRESSION OF SURPRISED CURIOSITY
phonemes: kˈɪl ɪt. — wˌʌt ɪz ɪt, juː sˈeɪ ? zˈɑːθɪŋ, — ɐ tɹˈaɪfəl, tɹˈuːli ; nˈʌθɪŋ, dˈeɪm bˈɛki, sˈeɪv ðæt wɪðˌɪn ɐ wˈiːk fɹʌm ðɪs tˈaɪm ˈɛks tʃˈænsɛlɚ sˈɛhjuːmˌækɚ, hˌuː ɪz ɐ pɹˈɪzənɚɹ æt mˈuːkhoʊm, ˈæftɚ lˈʊkɪŋ mˌiː sˌoʊ klˈoʊsli ɪnðə fˈeɪs æt kˌoʊpənhˈeɪɡən, ænd ðə fˈeɪməs bɹˈɪɡænd ʌv ˈaɪslənd, hˈænz ʌv klˈɪpstɐdjˌʊɹ, mˈeɪ pɚhˈæps bˈoʊθ pˈæs θɹuː maɪ hˈændz ɐtwˈʌns." wˈʌn ðə dʒˈɪpsi fˈɔːɹm ʌv mˈæɹɪdʒ. fˈɔːɹhˈʌndɹɪd twˈɛnti mˈæs ʌv ˈaɪslənd. ðə ɹˈɛd wˈʊmənz wˈɔndɚɹɪŋ ˈaɪ ɐsˈuːmd ɐn ɛkspɹˈɛʃən ʌv sɚpɹˈaɪzd kjˌʊɹɹɪˈɔsᵻɾi.