text_original: Let us wait for him." The keeper was forced to submit. A moment later the horseman came up with them, and Spiagudry ceased to tremble when he saw the grave, calm face of the chaplain, Athanasius Munder. The latter greeted them with a smile, and reined in his steed, saying in an almost breathless voice, " My dear chil  dren, it is for your sake that I retrace my steps ; and the Lord will surely not permit my absence, prolonged with a charitable intent, to injure those who sorely need my presence.''
text_transcription: LET US WAIT FOR HIM THE KEEPER WAS FORCED TO SUBMIT A MOMENT LATER THE HORSEMAN CAME UP WITH THEM AND SMIAGOJI CEASED TO TREMBLE WHEN HE SAW THE GRAVE CALM FACE OF THE CHAPLAIN AS AN EASY AS MONDA THE LATTER GREETED THEM WITH A SMILE AND TRAINED IN HIS STEED SAYING IN AN ALMOST BREATHLESS VOICE MY DEAR CHILDREN IT IS FOR YOUR SAKE THAT I RETRACE MY STEPS AND THE LORD WILL SURELY NOT PERMIT MY ABSENCE PROLONGED WITH A CHARITABLE INTENT TO INJURE THOSE WHO SORELY NEED MY PRESENCE
phonemes: lˈɛt ˌʌs wˈeɪt fɔːɹ hˌɪm." ðə kˈiːpɚ wʌz fˈɔːɹst tə səbmˈɪt. ɐ mˈoʊmənt lˈeɪɾɚ ðə hˈɔːɹsmən kˈeɪm ˈʌp wɪð ðˌɛm, ænd spˈaɪəɡˌʌdɹi sˈiːst tə tɹˈɛmbəl wɛn hiː sˈɔː ðə ɡɹˈeɪv, kˈɑːm fˈeɪs ʌvðə tʃˈæplɪn, ˌæθɐnˈeɪsɪəs mˈʌndɚ. ðə lˈæɾɚ ɡɹˈiːɾᵻd ðˌɛm wɪð ɐ smˈaɪl, ænd ɹˈeɪnd ɪn hɪz stˈiːd, sˈeɪɪŋ ɪn ɐn ˈɔːlmoʊst bɹˈɛθləs vˈɔɪs, " maɪ dˈɪɹ tʃˈɪl dɹˈɛn, ɪɾ ɪz fɔːɹ jʊɹ sˈeɪk ðæt aɪ ɹᵻtɹˈeɪs maɪ stˈɛps ; ænd ðə lˈɔːɹd wɪl ʃˈʊɹli nˌɑːt pˈɜːmɪt maɪ ˈæbsəns, pɹəlˈɔŋd wɪð ɐ tʃˈæɹɪɾəbəl ɪntˈɛnt, tʊ ˈɪndʒɚ ðoʊz hˌuː sˈɔːɹli nˈiːd maɪ pɹˈɛzəns.