text_original: "Forgive me! For what?" Neale muttered, dazed and troubled. He dropped his sledge and remained standing there, though the noon whistle called the gang to dinner.
text_transcription: FORGIVE ME FOR WHAT NEIL MUTTERED DAZED AND TROUBLED HE DROPPED HIS SLEDGE AND REMAINED STANDING THERE THOUGH THE NOON WHISTLE CALLED THE GANG TO DINNER
phonemes: "fɚɡˈɪv mˌiː! fɔːɹ wˈʌt?" nˈiːl mˈʌɾɚd, dˈeɪzd ænd tɹˈʌbəld. hiː dɹˈɑːpt hɪz slˈɛdʒ ænd ɹᵻmˈeɪnd stˈændɪŋ ðˈɛɹ, ðˌoʊ ðə nˈuːn wˈɪsəl kˈɔːld ðə ɡˈæŋ tə dˈɪnɚ.