unconscious

“Oh yes,” sighed Anne, blissfully unconscious of any sarcasm on Marilla’s part.

When he reached my sister’s side she was unconscious, and though he poured brandy down her throat and sent for medical aid from the village, all efforts were in vain, for she slowly sank and died without having recovered her consciousness.

“No, Diana, I am not killed, but I think I am rendered unconscious.”

He had come into the kitchen, in the twilight of a cold, gray December evening, and had sat down in the woodbox corner to take off his heavy boots, unconscious of the fact that Anne and a bevy of her schoolmates were having a practice of “The Fairy Queen” in the sitting room.