text_original: As The Vengeance descends from her elevation to do it, the tumbrels begin to discharge their loads. The ministers of Sainte Guillotine are robed and ready. Crash! — A head is held up, and the knitting  women, who scarcely lifted their eyes to look at it a moment ago when it could think and speak, count One.
text_transcription: AS THE VENGEANCE DESCENDS FROM HER ELEVATION TO DO IT THE TUMBRELS BEGIN TO DISCHARGE THEIR LOAD THE MINISTERS OF SAINT GUILLOTINE ARE ROBED AND READY CRASH A HEAD IS HELD UP AND THE KNITTING WOMEN WHO SCARCELY LIFTED THEIR EYES TO LOOK AT IT A MOMENT AGO WHEN IT COULD THINK AND SPEAK COUNT ONE
phonemes: æz ðə vˈɛndʒəns dᵻsˈɛndz fɹʌm hɜːɹ ˌɛlɪvˈeɪʃən tə dˈuː ɪt, ðə tˈʌmbɹəlz bɪɡˈɪn tə dɪstʃˈɑːɹdʒ ðɛɹ lˈoʊdz. ðə mˈɪnɪstɚz ʌv sˈeɪnt ɡˈɪlətˌiːn ɑːɹ ɹˈoʊbd ænd ɹˈɛdi. kɹˈæʃ! — ɐ hˈɛd ɪz hˈɛld ˈʌp, ænd ðə nˈɪɾɪŋ wˈɪmɪn, hˌuː skˈɛɹsli lˈɪftᵻd ðɛɹ ˈaɪz tə lˈʊk æɾ ɪɾ ɐ mˈoʊmənt ɐɡˈoʊ wɛn ɪt kʊd θˈɪŋk ænd spˈiːk, kˈaʊnt wˌʌn.