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Her Voice Was Slightly Accented But Her French Was Perfect. Someone Who'd Not Just Learned The Language But Loved It. And It Showed With Every Syllable. Gamache Knew It Was Impossible To Split Language From Culture. That Without One The Other Withered. To Love The Language Was To Respect The Culture.

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Her Voice Was Slightly

Louise Penny

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Her Voice Was Slightly Accented But Her French Was Perfect. Someone Who'd Not Just Learned The Language But Loved It. And It Showed With Every Syllable. Gamache Knew It Was Impossible To Split Language From Culture. That Without One The Other Withered. To Love The Language Was To Respect The Culture.

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