She was conscious of no particular sensation of any kind, neither
painful nor pleasurable, but merely of an immense peace and tranquillity.
Presently a faint feeling of curiosity concerning that odd expanse of
white overhead filtered into her consciousness, gradually increasing in
strength until it became a definite irritation, like the prolonged light
scratching of a finger-nail up a surface of silk. She opened her eyes again
reluctantly. It was still there, immediately above her--a formless stretch
of dull white. She wondered whether it extended indefinitely, and her
eyes travelled slowly along until they were arrested by a narrow line of
demarcation. Here the expanse of white ceased abruptly, at right angles to
a misty blue surface in the centre of which glimmered a square of light.
Ann's mind seemed to struggle up from some profound depth where it had lain
quiescent and feebly and disjointedly signalled the words: "Ceiling ...
wall ... window...." And finally, with an immense effort, "Room."
After that the cogs of her mental machinery began to move in a more normal
manner, though still slowly and confusedly. She recaptured the memory of
a blurred murmur of voices and of some fiery liquid being poured down,
her throat which stung and smarted abominably as it went down.
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