text_original: She was as beauti  ful as an angel ascending from hell to heaven. "Listen, my own Ordener: your scaffold shall never be reared. If you will but promise to marry Ulrica d'Ahle  feld, you may live." 462 IIAXS OF ICELAND. " Ulrica d'Ahlef'eld ! Tliat name from your lips, my Ethel
text_transcription: SHE WAS AS BEAUTIFUL AS AN ANGEL ASCENDING FROM HELL TO HEAVEN LISTEN MY OWN ORDNUM YOUR SCAFFOLD SHALL NEVER BE REARED IF YOU WILL BUT PROMISE TO MARRY ULRICA DELAFELD YOU MAY LIVE ULRICA DELAFELD THAT NAME FROM YOUR LIPS MY ETHEL
phonemes: ʃiː wʌz æz bjˈuːɾi fˈʌl æz ɐn ˈeɪndʒəl ɐsˈɛndɪŋ fɹʌm hˈɛl tə hˈɛvən. "lˈɪsən, maɪ ˈoʊn ˈɔːɹdənɚ: jʊɹ skˈæfoʊld ʃˌæl nˈɛvɚ biː ɹˈɪɹd. ɪf juː wɪl bˌʌt pɹˈɑːmɪs tə mˈæɹi ˈʌlɹɪkə dˈɑːəl fˈɛld, juː mˈeɪ lˈɪv." fˈɔːɹhˈʌndɹɪd sˈɪksti tˈuː ˈɪɪˌæksz ʌv ˈaɪslənd. " ˈʌlɹɪkə dˈɑːlɪfˌɛld ! tˈiːlˈaɪət nˈeɪm fɹʌm jʊɹ lˈɪps, maɪ ˈɛθəl