text_original: The one tragic touch in the whole day's work may be legend, but it is legend that might be and that should be truth. When Dymoke, the King's Champion, rode, in accordance with the antique usage, along Westminster Hall, and flung his glove down in challenge to any one who dared contest his master's right to the throne of England, it is said that some one darted out from the crowd, picked up the glove, slipped back into the press, and disappeared, without being stopped or discovered.
text_transcription: THE ONE TRAGIC TOUCH IN THE WHOLE DAY'S WORK MAY BE LEGEND BUT IT IS A LEGEND THAT MIGHT BE AND THAT SHOULD BE TRUTH WHEN DIAMOK THE KING'S CHAMPION RODE IN ACCORDANCE WITH THE ANTIQUE USAGE ALONG WESTMINSTER HALL AND FLUNG HIS GLOVE DOWN IN CHALLENGE TO ANY ONE WHO DARED CONTEST HIS MASTER'S RIGHT TO THE THRONE OF ENGLAND IT IS SAID THAT SOME ONE DARTED OUT FROM THE CROWD PICKED UP THE GLOVE SLIPPED BACK INTO THE PRESS AND DISAPPEARED WITHOUT BEING STOPPED OR DISCOVERED
phonemes: ðə wˈʌn tɹˈædʒɪk tˈʌtʃ ɪnðə hˈoʊl dˈeɪz wˈɜːk mˈeɪ biː lˈɛdʒənd, bˌʌt ɪɾ ɪz lˈɛdʒənd ðæt mˌaɪt biː ænd ðæt ʃˌʊd biː tɹˈuːθ. wˌɛn dˈaɪmoʊk, ðə kˈɪŋz tʃˈæmpiən, ɹˈoʊd, ɪn ɐkˈɔːɹdəns wɪððɪ æntˈiːk jˈuːsɪdʒ, ɐlˈɔŋ wˈɛstmɪnstɚ hˈɔːl, ænd flˈʌŋ hɪz ɡlˈʌv dˌaʊn ɪn tʃˈælɪndʒ tʊ ˌɛni wˈʌn hˌuː dˈɛɹd kˈɑːntɛst hɪz mˈæstɚz ɹˈaɪt tə ðə θɹˈoʊn ʌv ˈɪŋɡlənd, ɪɾ ɪz sˈɛd ðæt sˈʌmwʌn dˈɑːɹɾᵻd ˈaʊt fɹʌmðə kɹˈaʊd, pˈɪkt ˌʌp ðə ɡlˈʌv, slˈɪpt bˈæk ˌɪntʊ ðə pɹˈɛs, ænd dˌɪsɐpˈɪɹd, wɪðˌaʊt bˌiːɪŋ stˈɑːpt ɔːɹ dɪskˈʌvɚd.