text_original: Tell me, I implore, if I shall see him soon." The mock monk drew from beneath his gown a sort of cup of singular shape. " There, widow," said he, " drink to your son's speedy return ! " The widow uttered a shriek of horror. It was a human skull.
text_transcription: TELL ME I IMPLORE IF I SHALL SEE HIM SOON THE MOCK MONK DREW FROM BENEATH HIS GOWN A SORT OF CUP OF SINGULAR SHAPE THERE WIDOW SAID HE DRINK TO YOUR SON SPEEDY RICHER THE WIDOW UTTERED A SHRIEK OF HORROR IT WAS A HUMAN SKULL
phonemes: tˈɛl mˌiː, aɪ ɪmplˈɔːɹ, ɪf aɪʃˌɐl sˈiː hˌɪm sˈuːn." ðə mˈɑːk mˈʌŋk dɹˈuː fɹʌm bᵻnˌiːθ hɪz ɡˈaʊn ɐ sˈɔːɹt ʌv kˈʌp ʌv sˈɪŋɡjʊlɚ ʃˈeɪp. " ðˈɛɹ, wˈɪdoʊ," sˈɛd hiː, " dɹˈɪŋk tə jʊɹ sˈʌnz spˈiːdi ɹᵻtˈɜːn ! " ðə wˈɪdoʊ ˈʌɾɚd ɐ ʃɹˈiːk ʌv hˈɔɹɚ. ɪt wʌzɐ hjˈuːmən skˈʌl.