Translations for moonlight in French
Here are paragraphs from public domain books translated:
| "As long as she was on the scene he could not take any action without a horrible exposure of the woman whom he loved. But the instant that she was gone he realized how crushing a misfortune this would be for you, and how all-important it was to set it right. He rushed down, just as he was, in his bare feet, opened the window, sprang out into the snow, and ran down the lane, where he could see a dark figure in the moonlight. Sir George Burnwell tried to get away, but Arthur caught him, and there was a struggle between them, your lad tugging at one side of the coronet, and his opponent at the other. In the scuffle, your son struck Sir George, and cut him over the eye. Then something suddenly snapped, and your son, finding that he had the coronet in his hands, rushed back, closed the window, ascended to your room, and had just observed that the coronet had been twisted in the struggle, and was endeavoring to straighten it when you appeared upon the scene." | Tant qu’elle était là, il ne pouvait rien faire sans perdre la femme qu’il aimait. Mais dès qu’elle eut disparu, il comprit quel malheur terrible c’était pour vous, et quelle importance il y avait à le conjurer. Il se précipita, tel qu’il était, nu-pieds, à la fenêtre, sauta dans la neige, et courut dans la ruelle, où il apercevait une ombre au clair de lune. Sir George Burnwell chercha à s’enfuir, mais Arthur le rattrapa : il y eut une lutte entre eux, votre fils tirant le diadème d’un côté, et son adversaire de l’autre. Dans la mêlée il frappa Sir George et le blessa au-dessus de l’œil. Quelque chose céda soudain, et votre fils serrant le diadème entre les mains, se sauva, ferma la fenêtre et remonta chez vous. Il venait de s’apercevoir que le diadème avait été tordu dans la lutte et cherchait à le redresser quand vous êtes arrivé. |
| The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes, by Arthur Conan Doyle | Les Aventures de Sherlock Holmes, de Arthur Conan Doyle |
| The darkness of the forest had been alarming, but even worse was the white, still flood of moonlight in the open glade of the iguanodons. Hid among the bushes, I looked out at it. None of the great brutes were in sight. Perhaps the tragedy which had befallen one of them had driven them from their feeding-ground. In the misty, silvery night I could see no sign of any living thing. Taking courage, therefore, I slipped rapidly across it, and among the jungle on the farther side I picked up once again the brook which was my guide. It was a cheery companion, gurgling and chuckling as it ran, like the dear old trout-stream in the West Country where I have fished at night in my boyhood. So long as I followed it down I must come to the lake, and so long as I followed it back I must come to the camp. Often I had to lose sight of it on account of the tangled brushwood, but I was always within earshot of its tinkle and splash. | Si la forêt avait des ténèbres redoutables, combien plus redoutable encore était la blanche et paisible coulée du clair de lune dans la clairière des iguanodons ! Caché derrière un buisson, je la parcourus du regard, sans y voir aucun de ces grands animaux. Peut-être avaient-ils émigré après le drame dont un des leurs avait été victime. Dans le brouillard argenté de la nuit, rien ne bougeait. Je m’enhardis, je traversai vivement la clairière, et j’allai, de l’autre côté, dans la brousse, retrouver le ruisseau qui me servait de guide. Aimable et réconfortant compagnon, dont le joyeux gargouillis me rappelait le cher petit torrent de mon pays où, tout enfant, j’allais, la nuit, pêcher la truite ! Je n’avais qu’à le suivre pour être conduit au lac et ramené au camp. Souvent, je le perdais de vue, à cause de l’épaisseur de la broussaille, mais je ne cessais pas d’avoir dans l’oreille le tintement de son clapotis. |
| The Lost World, by Arthur Conan Doyle | Le Monde perdu, de Arthur Conan Doyle |