You've wrote to him.

You've had letters from him.

You've sent him your picture, and he's sent you his, and you've seen him on the street.

Lady, you sure know Bill Gregg, and what do you think of him ?" "I think--" "Is he a square sort of gent ?" "Y-yes." "The kind you'd trust ?" "Yes, but--" "Is he the kind that would stick to the girl he loved and take care of her, through thick and thin ?" "You mustn't talk like this," said Caroline Smith, but her voice trembled, and her eyes told him to go on.
"I'm going back and tell Bill Gregg that, down in your heart, you love him just about the same as he loves you!" "Oh," she asked, "would you say a thing like that?
It isn't a bit true." "I'm afraid that's the way I see it.

When I tell him that, you can lay to it that old Bill will let loose all holds and start for you, and, if they's ten brick walls and twenty gunmen in between, it won't make no difference.