Didn't love it. Rose was a letdown after Ruth. The trope of the poor put-upon heroine who is also a model of virtue and fidelity wasn't as well done here as, say, Thomas Hardy or a dozen others. The villains are so villainous they're two-dimensional. And like Fanny Fern's sketches in Ruth Hall, which she warns us we might find unsatisfying, Rose Clark also feels like a draft, unfinished and unfleshed. The ending is rather abrupt and lacks the professional flourish I want in a novel of its era.
I have to sit with this one a while. Maybe its point escaped me.