half-consciously

Her assumption of equality with him was disconcerting, and at times he half-consciously resented the impudence and bizarreness of her intrusion upon him -- rising out of the sea in a howling nor'wester, fresh from poking her revolver under Ericson's nose, protected by her gang of huge Polynesian sailors, and settling down in Berande like any shipwrecked sailor.

Chapter 6 2010

"The Eleventh Floor" ends: ". . . he gazed at the city skyline, half-consciously counting the few apartments in the high rise across the street that still had all their lights burning."

Suburban Tensions In a Gauzy Glow Sam Sacks 2011

She even went farther, in a timid way inciting him, but doing it so delicately that he never suspected, and doing it half-consciously, so that she scarcely suspected herself.

Chapter 20 2010

What is it in the culture that has a critical mass of people half-consciously confusing their personal freedom with "freedom" for, say, Bank of America?

Thomas de Zengotita: Boo-yah America Thomas de Zengotita 2011

The girl lay silently back, as the motor whizzed along, and looked half-consciously for the elf-queen to wave life into this dead world again.

DARKWATER W.E.B. DU BOIS 2004

And it is true: I had disclosed this information to the police officers, albeit half-consciously, to avoid being beaten more severely.

'A Hole to Bury You' Teng Biao 2010

He dreamed half-consciously; once he realized he was dreaming he struggled against it, for the only dreams Kellen ever remembered having were nightmares of his flight from the Outlaw Hunt, and of Demons.

Tran Siberian Michael J. Solender 2010

I'm forty-six-years old and to this day I half-consciously make a point to walk slowly -- innocently -- past the theft detectors of every store I exit (especially if I haven't bought anything).

Trey Ellis: Skip Is My Hero 2009

Instead, she repeatedly half-consciously on purpose gave him pass after pass.

Hillary's problems. Ann Althouse 2008

I was aware in a funny, subconscious, introspective fashion that the ‘creep’ had come upon me; yet that I was cooler mentally than I had been for some minutes; sufficiently so to feel that my hands were sweating coldly, and to shift my revolver, half-consciously, whilst I rubbed my right hand dry upon my knee; though never, for an instant, taking my gaze or my attention from those moving clothes.

Carnacki, the Ghost Finder 2007