text_original: " Weak woman ! " muttered the hermit ; then he con  tinued in a firm voice: "Control your grief; I laugh at 198 HANS OF ICELAND. mine. Listen, Lucy Pelryhn. While you still weep for your son, I have already begun to avenge him.
text_transcription: WEAK WOMAN MUTTERED THE HERMIT THEN HE CONTINUED IN A FIRM VOICE CONTROL YOUR GRIEF I LAUGH AT MINE LISTEN LUCY PELRYN WHY YOU STILL WEEP FOR YOUR SON I HAVE ALREADY BEGUN TO AVENGE HIM
phonemes: " wˈiːk wˈʊmən ! " mˈʌɾɚd ðə hˈɜːmɪt ; ðˈɛn hiː kˈɑːn tˈɪnuːd ɪn ɐ fˈɜːm vˈɔɪs: "kəntɹˈoʊl jʊɹ ɡɹˈiːf; aɪ lˈæf æt wˈʌnhˈʌndɹɪd nˈaɪnti ˈeɪt hˈænz ʌv ˈaɪslənd. mˈaɪn. lˈɪsən, lˈuːsi pˈɛlɹɪhn. wˌaɪl juː stˈɪl wˈiːp fɔːɹ jʊɹ sˈʌn, aɪ hæv ɔːlɹˌɛdi bɪɡˈʌn tʊ ɐvˈɛndʒ hˌɪm.