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The Time Traveler’s Wife （last part） Thursday, July 24, 2053 (Henry is 43, Clare is 82) Henry: I find myself in a dark hallway. At the end of the hall is full of galoshes(胶鞋) and rain coats. I walk slowly and silently to the door and carefully look into the next room. Morning light fills up the room and is painful at first, but my eyes adjust I see that in the room is a plain wooden table next to a window. A woman sits at the table facing the window. A teacup sits(personification) at her elbow. Outside is the lake, the waves rush up the shore and recede with calming (vivid adj.) repetition which becomes like stillness after a few minutes.(description of details) The woman is extremely still. Something about her is familiar. She is an old woman; her hair is perfectly white and lies along on her back in a thin stream（metaphor）, over a slight dowager’s hump. She wears a sweater the color of coral (special sentence structure). The curve of her shoulders, the stiffness in her posture say (personification) here is someone who is very tired, and I am very tired, myself. I shift my weight from one foot to the other and the floor creaks; the woman turns and sees me and her face is remade into joy(proper verb); I am suddenly amazed; this is Clare, Clare old! And she is coming to me, so slowly, and I take her into my arms. Clare: This morning everything is clean; the storm has left branches strewn around the yard, which I will presently go out and pick up: all the beach’s sand has been redistributed and laid down fresh in an even blanket pocked with impressions of rain, and the daylilies bend and glisten in the white seven a.m. light. I sit at the dining room table with a cup of tea, looking at the water, listening. Waiting. Today is not much different from the other days. I get up at dawn, put on slacks and a sweater, brush my hair, make toast, and tea, and sit looking at the lake, wondering if he will come today. It’s not much different from the many other times he