text_original: "Nothing that lives and can stand on two feet is in danger from such as he. Peace, slavish dog!" she panted, flinging out a gleaming hand and seizing him by one earring. "Thus I mark curs that seek their food among the dead!" With the words Dolores's right hand flashed upward, knife armed, and across Rufe's cheek glared a crimson cross; into his eyes leaped the fear of death.
text_transcription: NOTHING THAT LIVES AND CAN STAND ON TWO FEET IS IN DANGER FROM SUCH AS HE PEACE SLAVISH DOG SHE PANTED FLINGING OUT THE GLEAMING HAND AND SEIZING HIM BY ONE EARRING THUS I MARK CURS THAT SEEK THEIR FOOD AMONG THE DEAD WITH THE WORDS DOLORES'S RIGHT HAND FLASHED UPWARD KNIFE ARMED AND ACROSS RUFE'S CHEEK GLARED A CRIMSON CROSS INTO HIS EYES LEAPED THE FEAR OF DEATH
phonemes: "nˈʌθɪŋ ðæt lˈɪvz ænd kæn stˈænd ˌɔn tˈuː fˈiːt ɪz ɪn dˈeɪndʒɚ fɹʌm sˈʌtʃ ɐz hiː. pˈiːs, slˈeɪvɪʃ dˈɑːɡ!" ʃiː pˈæntᵻd, flˈɪŋɪŋ ˈaʊt ɐ ɡlˈiːmɪŋ hˈænd ænd sˈiːzɪŋ hˌɪm baɪ wˈʌn ˈɪɹɪŋ. "ðˈʌs aɪ mˈɑːɹk kˈɜːz ðæt sˈiːk ðɛɹ fˈuːd ɐmˌʌŋ ðə dˈɛd!" wɪððə wˈɜːdz dəlˈɔːɹɪsᵻz ɹˈaɪt hˈænd flˈæʃt ˈʌpwɚd, nˈaɪf ˈɑːɹmd, ænd əkɹˌɑːs ɹˈuːfs tʃˈiːk ɡlˈɛɹd ɐ kɹˈɪmsən kɹˈɔs; ˌɪntʊ hɪz ˈaɪz lˈiːpt ðə fˈɪɹ ʌv dˈɛθ.