text_original: " Oh, God ! " said Musdcemon, turning pale, " who are you ? " " I am the hangman." The poor wretch trembled like a dry leaf blown by the wind.
text_transcription: O GOD SAID MARSTEMON TURNING PALE WHO ARE YOU I AM THE HANGMAN THE POOR WRETCH TREMBLED LIKE A DRY LEAF BLOWN BY THE WIND
phonemes: " ˈoʊ, ɡˈɑːd ! " sˈɛd mˈʌsdsɛmən, tˈɜːnɪŋ pˈeɪl, " hˈuː ɑːɹ juː ? " " aɪɐm ðə hˈæŋmən." ðə pˈʊɹ ɹˈɛtʃ tɹˈɛmbəld lˈaɪk ɐ dɹˈaɪ lˈiːf blˈoʊn baɪ ðə wˈɪnd.