text_original: Suppose, even, I had not taken refuge in a prudent silence at that awful moment, where should I be now, noble master ? " " Faith, old man, T fancy that at that moment nothing, not even pincers, could have drawn your name from you." HANS OF ICELAND. 177 " Was I wrong, master
text_transcription: SUPPOSE EVEN I HAD NOT TAKEN REFUGE IN A PRUDENT SILENCE AT THAT AWFUL MOMENT WHERE SHOULD I BE NOW NOBLE MASTER FAITH OLD MAN I FANCY THAT AT THAT MOMENT NOTHING NOT EVEN PINCERS COULD HAVE DRAWN YOUR NAME FROM YOU WAS I WRONG MASTER
phonemes: səpˈoʊz, ˈiːvən, aɪ hæd nˌɑːt tˈeɪkən ɹˈɛfjuːdʒ ɪn ɐ pɹˈuːdənt sˈaɪləns æt ðæt ˈɔːfəl mˈoʊmənt, wˌɛɹ ʃˌʊd aɪ biː nˈaʊ, nˈoʊbəl mˈæstɚ ? " " fˈeɪθ, ˈoʊld mˈæn, tˈiː fˈænsi ðæt æt ðæt mˈoʊmənt nˈʌθɪŋ, nˌɑːt ˈiːvən pˈɪnsɚz, kˌʊdɐv dɹˈɔːn jʊɹ nˈeɪm fɹʌm juː." hˈænz ʌv ˈaɪslənd. wˈʌnhˈʌndɹɪd sˈɛvənti sˈɛvən " wʌz aɪ ɹˈɔŋ, mˈæstɚ