her motherand # 133 ; the hospital waiting room , stinking of disinfectant and despairand # 133 ; the sight of the wax doll in the open coffin , horrifying in its inhuman lack of animationand # 133 ; at the cemetery , the yellow sky reeking of coal gas and sorrowand # 133 ; the ground swallowing the coffin whole , like a beast closing its jawsand # 133 ; clods of newly turned earth damp with rain and tearsand # 133 ; awareness returned to her slowly , like a fog creeping over a moor , and then , with the suddenness of a floodlight being switched on , full consciousness returned .