“Yes, yes! I deny it!” Esmeralda cried out. The judge sneered. “Then how do you explain the charges being made against you?” “I cannot explain them, sir. I only know that I am innocent. I love Phoebus! It was a priest—the priest who keeps following me.” The judge became restless. “Very well. I’ve heard enough of your lies. Off to the torture chamber! You’ll soon change your story.
Dose it mean: go out?