Translations for calf in French

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As for the captain, his wounds were grievous indeed, but not dangerous. No organ was fatally injured. Anderson's ball—for it was Job that shot him first—had broken his shoulder-blade and touched the lung, not badly; the second had only torn and displaced some muscles in the calf. He was sure to recover, the doctor said, but in the meantime, and for weeks to come, he must not walk or move his arm, nor so much as speak when he could help it.

Quant au capitaine, ses blessures étaient graves, mais non dangereuses. Aucun organe n’était atteint irrémédiablement. La balle d’Anderson — qui avait tiré sur lui le premier — lui avait fracassé l’omoplate et atteint le poumon, mais légèrement ; la seconde n’avait que déchiré et déplacé quelques muscles du mollet. Il ne manquerait pas de guérir, estimait le docteur, mais à la condition de rester des semaines sans marcher, ni remuer le bras, et en parlant le moins possible.

Treasure Island, by Robert Louis Stevenson

L’Île au trésor, de Robert Louis Stevenson

“I can well remember driving up to his house in the evening, some three weeks before the fatal event. He chanced to be at his hall door. I had descended from my gig and was standing in front of him, when I saw his eyes fix themselves over my shoulder, and stare past me with an expression of the most dreadful horror. I whisked round and had just time to catch a glimpse of something which I took to be a large black calf passing at the head of the drive. So excited and alarmed was he that I was compelled to go down to the spot where the animal had been and look around for it. It was gone, however, and the incident appeared to make the worst impression upon his mind. I stayed with him all the evening, and it was on that occasion, to explain the emotion which he had shown, that he confided to my keeping that narrative which I read to you when first I came. I mention this small episode because it assumes some importance in view of the tragedy which followed, but I was convinced at the time that the matter was entirely trivial and that his excitement had no justification.

« Je me souviens parfaitement d’un incident qui a précédé sa mort de quelques semaines. Un soir, j’arrivai au château en voiture. Par hasard, sir Charles se trouvait sur sa porte. J’étais descendu de mon tilbury et je lui faisais face. Tout à coup ses regards passèrent par-dessus mon épaule et j’y lus aussitôt une expression de terreur. Je me retournai juste à temps pour distinguer confusément, au détour de la route, quelque chose que je pris pour un énorme veau noir. « Cette apparition émut tellement sir Charles qu’il courut à l’endroit où il avait vu l’animal et qu’il le chercha partout des yeux. Mais la bête avait disparu. Cet incident produisit une déplorable impression sur son esprit. « Je passai toute la soirée avec lui, et ce fut pour expliquer l’émotion ressentie qu’il confia à ma garde l’écrit que je vous ai lu. Ce petit épisode n’a d’importance que par la tragédie qui a suivi ; sur le moment, je n’y en attachai aucune et je jugeai puérile l’exaltation de mon ami.

The Hound of the Baskervilles, by Arthur Conan Doyle

Le Chien des Baskerville, de Arthur Conan Doyle

"The warning was no idle one, for two nights later I happened to look out of my bedroom window about two o'clock in the morning. It was a beautiful moonlight night, and the lawn in front of the house was silvered over and almost as bright as day. I was standing, wrapt in the peaceful beauty of the scene, when I was aware that something was moving under the shadow of the copper beeches. As it emerged into the moonshine I saw what it was. It was a giant dog, as large as a calf, tawny tinted, with hanging jowl, black muzzle, and huge projecting bones. It walked slowly across the lawn and vanished into the shadow upon the other side. That dreadful silent sentinel sent a chill to my heart which I do not think that any burglar could have done.

Le conseil n’était pas sans valeur. Deux jours après, je regardai par la fenêtre de ma chambre à deux heures du matin. Il faisait un beau clair de lune, qui donnait à la pelouse devant la maison un reflet argenté et l’éclairait presque comme en plein jour. Je restais là, charmée de la beauté tranquille de ce spectacle, quand je vis remuer quelque chose sous l’ombre des hêtres. Puis je vis émerger un chien gigantesque, grand comme un veau, de couleur roussâtre, avec le museau noir, les lèvres pendantes, les os saillants. Il traversa lentement la pelouse et disparut dans l’ombre du côté opposé… La vue de cette terrible sentinelle muette me glaça le cœur plus qu’un voleur n’aurait pu le faire, je crois.

The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes, by Arthur Conan Doyle

Les Aventures de Sherlock Holmes, de Arthur Conan Doyle