Juliet Nicolson

My mother’s secret life was a Dickensian horror story

Justine Cowan discovers, too late, how her cruel parent had herself endured a brutal upbringing at London’s Foundling Hospital

A sketch of the foundling maids in 1901. Beneath their smart uniforms they wore shapeless, brown serge shifts as a constant reminder of their origins. Credit: Bridgeman Images

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