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Ding-Dong: A History of Doorbells.

Who’s that at the door?

During the final rain-soaked week of April, my doorbell rang in the early hours of three successive nights. Each time, I rolled from bed and left the darkened bedroom, feeling a little more scared on each subsequent occasion. Night filled the house with dull, silver outlines. My wife whispered caution and I experienced a sharpening of attention; the same ability…

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