Oh, Anne. Oh, Gilbert. Oh, that made my heart ache. Gah. And the ending! So raw but it works.

He is the best of men, John Bates, and so utterly determined to believe himself the worst of them. It's part of why she loves him so, and part of why some days she would like nothing more than to slap (or kiss) some sense right into him.

YES. This is it exactly. And I love that Anna sees just how good he is, despite his lack of faith in himself.