text_original: The guards led away the amazed and confounded Nychol, who ventured one word more : " My lord — " " You are no longer hangman for the province of Throndhjem ; I deprive you of your office ! " cried the chancellor, slamming the door.
text_transcription: THE GUARDS LED AWAY THE AMAZED AND CONFOUNDED NICHOLL WHO VENTURED ONE MORE WORD MY LORD YOU ARE NO LONGER HANGMAN FOR THE PROVINCE OF TROMTHEIM I DEPRIVE YOU OF YOUR OFFICE CRIED THE CHANCELLOR SLAMMING THE DOOR
phonemes: ðə ɡˈɑːɹdz lˈɛd ɐwˈeɪ ðɪ ɐmˈeɪzd ænd kənfˈaʊndᵻd nˈɪkɑːl, hˌuː vˈɛntʃɚd wˈʌn wˈɜːd mˈɔːɹ : " maɪ lˈɔːɹd — " " juː ɑːɹ nˌoʊ lˈɑːŋɡɚ hˈæŋmən fɚðə pɹˈɑːvɪns ʌv θɹˈɑːnddʒəm ; aɪ dᵻpɹˈaɪv juː ʌv jʊɹ ˈɑːfɪs ! " kɹˈaɪd ðə tʃˈænsɛlɚ, slˈæmɪŋ ðə dˈɔːɹ.