text_original: Kennybol glanced at the huge brigand with more sur  prise than terror, and whispered in Racket's ear : " Mr. Hacket, the Hans of Iceland whom I met this morning was a short man." HANS OF ICELAND. 357 Hacket answered in low tones : " You forget, Kenuybol ; he is a demon
text_transcription: NNYBALL GLANCED AT THE HUGE BRIGAND WITH MORE SURPRISE THAN TERROR AND WHISPERED IN HACKETT'S EAR MISTER HACKETT THE HANDS OF ICELAND WHOM I MET THIS MORNING WAS A SHORT MAN HACKETT ANSWERED IN LOW TONES YOU FORGET CANNY BALL HE IS A DEMON
phonemes: kˈɛnɪbˌɑːl ɡlˈænst æt ðə hjˈuːdʒ bɹˈɪɡænd wɪð mˈɔːɹ sˈɜː pɹˈaɪz ðɐn tˈɛɹɚ, ænd wˈɪspɚd ɪn ɹˈækɪts ˈɪɹ : " mˈɪstɚ. hˈækɪt, ðə hˈænz ʌv ˈaɪslənd hˈuːm aɪ mˈɛt ðɪs mˈɔːɹnɪŋ wʌzɐ ʃˈɔːɹt mˈæn." hˈænz ʌv ˈaɪslənd. θɹˈiːhˈʌndɹɪd fˈɪfti sˈɛvən hˈækɪt ˈænsɚd ɪn lˈoʊ tˈoʊnz : " juː fɚɡˈɛt, kˈɛnaɪbˌɑːl ; hiː ɪz ɐ dˈiːmən