But the lash of the whip found his face, and marked it for a time worse than the small-pox.
Even the puling creature writhed under the lash of Mary's tones.
His hand was smarting as though struck with the lash of a whip.
But having a raisin in my mouth I could not on the instant respond to the lash.
Does it hold back the lash from the slave, or sweeten his bitter bread?