sixty-times-six

Updated: June 29, 2025

I'll have no tramps sleeping on my farm," cried Tant Sannie blowing. "No, by the devil, no! not though he had sixty-times-six red noses." There the German overseer mildly interposed that the man was not a tramp, but a highly respectable individual, whose horse had died by an accident three days before. "Don't tell me," cried the Boer-woman; "the man isn't born that can take me in.

Olive Schreiner - The Story of an African Farm, a novel