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Bernard, would you like me to tell you why they thought women false?” “Yes, tell me.” “Because they were brutes and tyrants to creatures weaker tha… - George Sand
" "Bernard, would you like me to tell you why they thought women false?”
“Yes, tell me.”
“Because they were brutes and tyrants to creatures weaker than themselves. Whenever one makes one’s self feared one runs the risk of being deceived. In your childhood, when John used to beat you, did you never try to escape his brutal punishment by disguising your little faults?”
“I did; that was my only resource.”
“You can understand, then, that deception is, if not the right, at least the resource of the oppressed.
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About George Sand
Amandine-Aurore-Lucile Dupin, baronne Dudevant (1 July 1804 – 8 June 1876), most famous under her pseudonym George Sand, was a French novelist and a pioneer of feminism.
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Alternative Names:
Amantine Lucile Aurore Dupin
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Amandine Lucile Aurore Dupin
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Baroness Dudevant
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Jules Sand
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Lucie Dudevant
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Aurore Amantine Lucile Dupin
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Aurore Amantine Lucile Sand
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Amandine-Aaurore-Lucile Dupin
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George nee Dupin Sand
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Mrs. George Sand
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Georges Sand
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Amandine-Aurore-Lucile Dudevant
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Amandine-Aaurore-Lucile Dudevant
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Lucile Aurore Dupin
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A.A.L. Dudevant-Dupin
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