In Berlin, Princess blucher wrote in her diary, “Nothing is talked of but the expected entry into Paris.”
It is John who occasionally glances at the sky with wonder if blucher has failed them.
Yes, there are Prince and blucher, the horses; and my parents in the carriage.
It was essential to reinforce blucher, but there were no troops at hand.
We did not know this until after we had found it out through blucher.
Then some heavy animals came galloping past and blucher, a favourite dog, was missed.
He turned a corner suddenly, and blucher went over his head.
Indeed, blucher on the 15th confidently expected victory, and the end of the campaign then and there.
This mendicant blucher—I call him that for convenience—was a splendid creature.
It is laid upon you, gentlemen, to fulfil a prophecy of blucher's.