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All that the Protestants do there is to hear sermons -- it is all so dismal and noisy . But here , with you , you have a proper soul . It seems to me that you are like a little herb-garden , very prim and plain , but living and wholesome and pleasant to walk in at sunset . And these Protestants that I know are more like a paved court at noon -- all hot and hard and glaring . They give me the headache . Tell me all about it . '' Of course Isabel could not , though she tried again and again .