`` You know -- it IS rather staggering , '' said Gilbert , trying to gather his wits together . `` I 've heard you say a score of times that you would n't marry the best man in the world . '' `` I 'm not going to marry the best man in the world , '' retorted Miss Cornelia . `` Marshall Elliott is a long way from being the best . '' `` Are you going to marry Marshall Elliott ? '' exclaimed Anne , recovering her power of speech under this second shock . `` Yes . I could have had him any time these twenty years if I 'd lifted my finger . But do you suppose I was going to walk into church beside a perambulating haystack like that ? '' `` I am sure we are very glad -- and we wish you all possible happiness , '' said Anne , very flatly and inadequately , as she felt . She was not prepared for such an occasion . She had never imagined herself offering betrothal felicitations to Miss Cornelia . `` Thanks , I knew you would , '' said Miss Cornelia . `` You are the first of my friends to know it . '' `` We shall be so sorry to lose you , though , dear Miss Cornelia , '' said Anne , beginning to be a little sad and sentimental . `` Oh , you wo n't lose me , '' said Miss Cornelia unsentimentally . `` You do n't suppose I would live over harbor with all those MacAllisters and Elliotts and Crawfords , do you ? ` From the conceit of the Elliotts , the pride of the MacAllisters and the vain-glory of the Crawfords , good Lord deliver us . ' Marshall is coming to live at my place . I 'm sick and tired of hired men .
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