every time she thinks about it , it makes her skin crawl as if with a burrowing of bugs ... recalling a frightful memory of strolling through a forest , she just a girl under ten , walking not too far from her homewas it , again , not her own sin ? when the hard shelled insects appeared as almost out of thin air ... she not then stopping to consider it a conjuration but knowing it as such later onthere , bugs and the clicking of their shells ... a sound which made mockery of the tiny voice , that of her weak conscience , so it had been , so now she feelsi can not confess .