But it was not the sight of her body, nor yet was it that of the body of Hugo Baskerville lying near her, which raised the hair upon the heads of these three daredevil roysterers, but it was that, standing over Hugo, and plucking at his throat, there stood a foul thing, a great, black beast, shaped like a hound, yet larger than any hound that ever mortal eye has rested upon.
Mais ce n’est pas son cadavre, non plus que le corps de Hugo Baskerville, qui fit pâlir les trois cavaliers : debout sur ses quatre pattes par-dessus Hugo, et les crocs enfoncés dans sa gorge, se tenait une bête immonde, une grosse bête noire, bâtie comme un chien, mais bien plus grande que n’importe quel chien qu’aient jamais vu des yeux d’homme.