At 10:30 that night, an older man I had never met rang our front doorbell.

The man at the table rang the bell and we walked over to the ring.

"Bright is the ring of words when the right man rings them."

Roger was glad when the two men rang the bell and went.

She'd returned to the hotel, spent a while in her room, men rung the police.

The man moved on to Dana's apartment and rang the bell.

On June 19, two young men came to his apartment here and rang the doorbell.

The man rang the bell several times, but there was no answer.

"But the man you describe doesn't ring any bells with me," he continued.

The man went to the elevators and rang the bell for a car.