text_original: " You bid me defiance, and your feet have trampled on dead bodies ! " " To morrow they may tread upon your own." The little man quivered with rage. Ordener stood mo  tionless, in an attitude of haughty calm.
text_transcription: YOU BID ME DEFIANCE AND YOUR FEET HAVE TRAMPLED ON DEAD BODIES TO MORROW THEY MAY TREAD UPON YOUR OWN THE LITTLE MAN QUIVERED WITH RAGE ORDNA STOOD MOTIONLESS IN AN ATTITUDE OF HAUGHTY CALM
phonemes: " juː bˈɪd mˌiː dᵻfˈaɪəns, ænd jʊɹ fˈiːt hæv tɹˈæmpəld ˌɔn dˈɛd bˈɑːdiz ! " " tə mˈɑːɹoʊ ðeɪ mˈeɪ tɹˈɛd əpˌɑːn jʊɹ ˈoʊn." ðə lˈɪɾəl mˈæn kwˈɪvɚd wɪð ɹˈeɪdʒ. ˈɔːɹdənɚ stˈʊd mˈoʊ tɪˈɑːnləs, ɪn ɐn ˈæɾɪtˌuːd ʌv hˈɔːɾi kˈɑːm.