text_original: The heavy iron door grated upon its hinges. The young prisoner rose calmly, almost gladly, for he thought that the executioner had come for him, and he had already cast aside his life like the cloak beneath his feet. 460 HANS OF ICELAND. He was mistaken. A slender white figure stood upon the threshold, like a radiant vision.
text_transcription: THE HEAVY IRON DOOR GRATED UPON ITS HINGES THE YOUNG PRISONER ROSE CALMLY ALMOST GLADLY FOR HE THOUGHT THAT THE EXECUTIONER HAD COME FOR HIM AND HE HAD ALREADY CAST ASIDE HIS LIFE LIKE THE CLOAK BENEATH HIS FEET HE WAS MISTAKEN A SLENDER WHITE FIGURE STOOD UPON THE THRESHOLD LIKE A RADIANT VISION
phonemes: ðə hˈɛvi ˈaɪɚn dˈɔːɹ ɡɹˈeɪɾᵻd əpˌɑːn ɪts hˈɪndʒᵻz. ðə jˈʌŋ pɹˈɪzənɚ ɹˈoʊz kˈɑːmli, ˈɔːlmoʊst ɡlˈædli, fɔːɹ hiː θˈɔːt ðætðɪ ˌɛksɪkjˈuːʃənɚ hæd kˈʌm fɔːɹ hˌɪm, ænd hiː hæd ɔːlɹˌɛdi kˈæst ɐsˈaɪd hɪz lˈaɪf lˈaɪk ðə klˈoʊk bᵻnˌiːθ hɪz fˈiːt. fˈɔːɹhˈʌndɹɪd sˈɪksti hˈænz ʌv ˈaɪslənd. hiː wʌz mɪstˈeɪkən. ɐ slˈɛndɚ wˈaɪt fˈɪɡjɚ stˈʊd əpˌɑːn ðə θɹˈɛʃoʊld, lˈaɪk ɐ ɹˈeɪdiənt vˈɪʒən.