text_original: " I am Hans from Klipstadur, in Iceland," repeated the giant, his eye riveted on the private secretary. The small man approached the Munkholm soldier, who, like the rest of the audience, had watched this scene with eager curiosity. "Mountaineer of Kiolen," he cried, "they say that Hans of Iceland drinks human blood. If you be he, drink.
text_transcription: I AM HANS FROM KLIPSTADOUR IN ICELAND REPEATED THE GIANT HIS EYE RIVETED ON THE PRIVATE SECRETARY THE SMALL MAN APPROACHED THE MONCOMB SOLDIER WHO LIKE THE REST OF THE AUDIENCE HAD WATCHED THIS SCENE WITH EAGER CURIOSITY MOUNTAINEER OF KIERLAN HE CRIED THEY SAY THAT HANDS OF ICELAND DRINKS HUMAN BLOOD IF YOU BE HE DRINK
phonemes: " aɪɐm hˈænz fɹʌm klˈɪpstɐdjˌʊɹ, ɪn ˈaɪslənd," ɹᵻpˈiːɾᵻd ðə dʒˈaɪənt, hɪz ˈaɪ ɹˈɪvɪɾᵻd ɔnðə pɹˈaɪvət sˈɛkɹətɹi. ðə smˈɔːl mˈæn ɐpɹˈoʊtʃt ðə mˈʌŋkhoʊm sˈoʊldʒɚ, hˈuː, lˈaɪk ðə ɹˈɛst ʌvðɪ ˈɔːdiəns, hæd wˈɑːtʃt ðɪs sˈiːn wɪð ˈiːɡɚ kjˌʊɹɹɪˈɔsᵻɾi. "mˌaʊntɪnˈɪɹ ʌv kɪˈoʊlən," hiː kɹˈaɪd, "ðeɪ sˈeɪ ðæt hˈænz ʌv ˈaɪslənd dɹˈɪŋks hjˈuːmən blˈʌd. ɪf juː biː hiː, dɹˈɪŋk.