text_original: You must give up your love for her, Ordener. Never fear ; love may be cured as well as hatred." " My lord ! " exclaimed the astonished Ordener. HANS OF ICELAND. 525 " Father ! " cried Ethel, clasping her hands.
text_transcription: YOU MUST GIVE UP YOUR LOVE FOR HER ORDINAR NEVER FEAR LOVE MAY BE CURED AS WELL AS HATRED MY LORD EXCLAIMED THE ASTONISHED ORDINAR FATHER CRIED ETHEL CLASPING HER HANDS
phonemes: juː mˈʌst ɡˈɪv ˌʌp jʊɹ lˈʌv fɔːɹ hɜː, ˈɔːɹdənɚ. nˈɛvɚ fˈɪɹ ; lˈʌv mˈeɪ biː kjˈʊɹd æz wˈɛl æz hˈeɪtɹɪd." " maɪ lˈɔːɹd ! " ɛksklˈeɪmd ðɪ ɐstˈɑːnɪʃt ˈɔːɹdənɚ. hˈænz ʌv ˈaɪslənd. fˈaɪvhˈʌndɹɪd twˈɛnti fˈaɪv " fˈɑːðɚ ! " kɹˈaɪd ˈɛθəl, klˈæspɪŋ hɜː hˈændz.