text_original: But who will tell her that her Ordener even now hangs above an abyss, sad and lonely, surrounded by dark  ness, — her Ordener, who retains nothing of her but a single ringlet pressed to his heart and a faint light upon the horizon ! " Then, looking at the ruddy glow of the huge fire burning in the tower beneath, and escaping through the crevices in the wall, he murmured : " Perhaps 254 HANS OF ICELAND. from one of her prison windows she casts an indifferent glance at the far off flame upon this hearth."
text_transcription: BUT WHO WILL TELL HER THAT HER ORDNA EVEN NOW HANGS ABOVE AN ABYSS SAD AND LONELY SURROUNDED BY DARKNESS HER ORDINAR WHO RETAINS NOTHING OF HER BUT A SINGLE RINGLET PRESSED TO HIS HEART AND A FAINT LIGHT UPON THE HORIZON THEN LOOKING AT THE RUDDY GLOW OF THE HUGE FIRE BURNING IN THE TOWER BENEATH AND ESCAPING THROUGH THE CREVICES IN THE WALL HE MURMURED PERHAPS FROM ONE OF HER PRISON WINDOWS SHE CASTS AN INDIFFERENT GLANCE AT THE FAR OFF FLAME UPON THIS HEARTH
phonemes: bˌʌt hˌuː wɪl tˈɛl hɜː ðæt hɜːɹ ˈɔːɹdənɚɹ ˈiːvən nˈaʊ hˈæŋz əbˌʌv ɐn ɐbˈɪs, sˈæd ænd lˈoʊnli, sɚɹˈaʊndᵻd baɪ dˈɑːɹk nˈɛs, — hɜːɹ ˈɔːɹdənɚ, hˌuː ɹᵻtˈeɪnz nˈʌθɪŋ ʌv hɜː bˌʌt ɐ sˈɪŋɡəl ɹˈɪŋɡlɪt pɹˈɛst tə hɪz hˈɑːɹt ænd ɐ fˈeɪnt lˈaɪt əpˌɑːn ðə hɚɹˈaɪzən ! " ðˈɛn, lˈʊkɪŋ æt ðə ɹˈʌdi ɡlˈoʊ ʌvðə hjˈuːdʒ fˈaɪɚ bˈɜːnɪŋ ɪnðə tˈaʊɚ bᵻnˈiːθ, ænd ɛskˈeɪpɪŋ θɹuː ðə kɹˈɛvɪsᵻz ɪnðə wˈɔːl, hiː mˈɜːmɚd : " pɚhˈæps tˈuːhˈʌndɹɪd fˈɪfti fˈɔːɹ hˈænz ʌv ˈaɪslənd. fɹʌm wˈʌn ʌv hɜː pɹˈɪzən wˈɪndoʊz ʃiː kˈæsts ɐn ɪndˈɪfɹənt ɡlˈæns æt ðə fˈɑːɹ ˈɔf flˈeɪm əpˌɑːn ðɪs hˈɑːɹθ."