text_original: Be gone, I say, the very sight of any of your hated infidel race destroys me.' I wished to understand how Mrs. Valmont's anger and agitations were thus excited, for she began to utter strange assertions, that my uncle intended to murder her, and that he had made me his instrument.
text_transcription: BE GONE I SAY THE VERY SIDE OF ANY OF YOUR HATED INFIDEL RACE DESTROYS ME I WISH TO UNDERSTAND HOW MISSUS VANON'S ANGER AND AGITATIONS WERE THUS EXCITED FOR SHE BEGAN TO UTTER STRANGE ASSERTIONS THAT MY UNCLE INTENDED TO MURDER HER AND THAT HE HAD MADE ME HIS INSTRUMENT
phonemes: biː ɡˈɔn, aɪ sˈeɪ, ðə vˈɛɹi sˈaɪt ʌv ˌɛni ʌv jʊɹ hˈeɪɾᵻd ˈɪnfᵻdəl ɹˈeɪs dᵻstɹˈɔɪz mˌiː.aɪ wˈɪʃt tʊ ˌʌndɚstˈænd hˌaʊ mˈɪsɪz. vˈælmɔnts ˈæŋɡɚ ænd ˌædʒɪtˈeɪʃənz wɜː ðˈʌs ɛksˈaɪɾᵻd, fɔːɹ ʃiː bɪɡˈæn tʊ ˈʌɾɚ stɹˈeɪndʒ ɐsˈɜːʃənz, ðæt maɪ ˈʌŋkəl ɪntˈɛndᵻd tə mˈɜːdɚ hɜː, ænd ðæt hiː hæd mˌeɪd mˌiː hɪz ˈɪnstɹəmənt.