There was little hope of happiness or even of survival for the tiny, frail, slum girl who fell under the carriage wheels. But Black Jack Pollock, risen to a landowner via his mills, took her home and raised her as one of his own family.
A glittering future in London and Long Island, in Yorkshire and in the France of World War One awaited Lally Leeds. But she was also to find love and heartbreak, promises kept and promises betrayed. She could never forget that she had no name.