text_original: The two men leant over the candle and lighted their pipes with artistic care. "Was you at a banquet again last night, Brooke?" asked the Admiral, during this process. "Yes—yes," replied the other, with splendid indifference. "The Guildhall. All the hote tonn."
text_transcription: THE TWO MEN LEANT OVER THE CANDLE AND LIGHTED THEIR PIPES WITH ARTISTIC CARE WAS YOU AT A BANQUET AGAIN LAST NIGHT BROOK ASKED THE ADMIRAL DURING THIS PROCESS YES YES REPLIED THE OTHER WITH SPLENDID INDIFFERENCE OF THE GUILDHALL ALL THE HOT TON
phonemes: ðə tˈuː mˈɛn lˈɛnt ˌoʊvɚ ðə kˈændəl ænd lˈaɪɾᵻd ðɛɹ pˈaɪps wɪð ɑːɹtˈɪstɪk kˈɛɹ. "wʌz juː æɾə bˈæŋkwɪt ɐɡˈɛn lˈæst nˈaɪt, bɹˈʊk?" ˈæskt ðɪ ˈædmɜːɹəl, dˈʊɹɹɪŋ ðɪs pɹˈɑːsɛs. "jˈɛs—jˈɛs," ɹᵻplˈaɪd ðɪ ˈʌðɚ, wɪð splˈɛndɪd ɪndˈɪfɹəns. "ðə ɡˈɪldhɔːl. ˈɔːl ðə hˈoʊt tˈʌn."