text_original: Neale threw his note book upon the dusty table and, sitting down on the box, he looked up at the men. Both engineers were studying him intently, almost eagerly, Neale imagined. "Number Ten's a tough nut to crack, eh?" he inquired. "We've been here three months," replied Blake.
text_transcription: NEIL THREW HIS NOTE BOOK UPON THE DUSTY TABLE AND SITTING DOWN ON A BOX HE LOOKED UP AT THE MEN BOTH ENGINEERS WERE STUDYING HIM INTENTLY ALMOST EAGERLY NEIL IMAGINED NUMBER TEN'S A TOUGH NUT TO CRACK ON HE INQUIRED WE'VE BEEN HERE THREE MONTHS REPLIED BLAKE
phonemes: nˈiːl θɹˈuː hɪz nˈoʊt bˈʊk əpˌɑːn ðə dˈʌsti tˈeɪbəl ænd, sˈɪɾɪŋ dˌaʊn ɔnðə bˈɑːks, hiː lˈʊkt ˌʌp æt ðə mˈɛn. bˈoʊθ ˌɛndʒɪnˈɪɹz wɜː stˈʌdiɪŋ hˌɪm ɪntˈɛntli, ˈɔːlmoʊst ˈiːɡɚli, nˈiːl ɪmˈædʒɪnd. "nˈʌmbɚ tˈɛnz ɐ tˈʌf nˈʌt tə kɹˈæk, ˈeɪ?" hiː ɪŋkwˈaɪɚd. "wiːv bˌɪn hˈɪɹ θɹˈiː mˈʌnθs," ɹᵻplˈaɪd blˈeɪk.