The next night, after he finished his 1st beer, the doorbell rang again.
I had no sooner got back to the kitchen than the doorbell rang loud enough to wake the dead.
One summer morning, my doorbell rang.
A couple of minutes later the doorbell rang again.
Two years ago, his doorbell rang, and two men from Wells Fargo offered to consolidate his consumer loans into a low-cost mortgage.
The doorbell rang. The cockroach was standing there.
In the early morning darkness of my first night the doorbell rang, waking my hostess and me.
A tinkling doorbell rang and both mistress and elf jumped.
When doorbell rang I waited.
The doorbell rang and Mrs. Carson opened the front door. Her heart sank when she saw Mrs. Burbidge. Whenever Mrs. Burbidge called, she stayed for hours and hours.
I was shaving when the doorbell rang.
Then, at 6:30 p.m., just as my family was sitting down for dinner, the doorbell rang.
The dog began to career about the house as soon as the doorbell rang.