text_original: "Don't quarrel, men. Sure there's bound to be a little friction for a day or so. But we'll soon get to working." Colohan strode away without another word. His brawny shoulders were expressive of a doubt. "Get me my plans for Number Ten construction," said Neale, pleasantly, for he meant to do his share at making the best of it.
text_transcription: DON'T QUARREL MEN SURE THERE'S BOUND TO BE A LITTLE FRICTION FOR A DAY OR SO BUT WE'LL SOON GET TO WORKING CALLAHAN STRODE AWAY WITHOUT ANOTHER WORD HIS BRAWNY SHOULDERS WERE EXPRESSIVE OF A DOUBT GIVE ME MY PLANS FOR NUMBER TEN CONSTRUCTION SAID NEIL PLEASANTLY FOR HE MEANT TO DO HIS SHARE OF MAKING THE BEST OF IT
phonemes: "dˈoʊnt kwˈɔːɹəl, mˈɛn. ʃˈʊɹ ðɛɹz bˈaʊnd təbi ɐ lˈɪɾəl fɹˈɪkʃən fɚɹə dˈeɪ ɔːɹ sˈoʊ. bˌʌt wiːl sˈuːn ɡɛt tə wˈɜːkɪŋ." kˈɑːloʊhˌæn stɹˈoʊd ɐwˈeɪ wɪðˌaʊt ɐnˈʌðɚ wˈɜːd. hɪz bɹˈɔːni ʃˈoʊldɚz wɜːɹ ɛkspɹˈɛsɪv əvə dˈaʊt. "ɡɛt mˌiː maɪ plˈænz fɔːɹ nˈʌmbɚ tˈɛn kənstɹˈʌkʃən," sˈɛd nˈiːl, plˈɛzəntli, fɔːɹ hiː mˈɛnt tə dˈuː hɪz ʃˈɛɹ æt mˌeɪkɪŋ ðə bˈɛst ʌv ɪt.