Having first read this novel in January of 1992, I found the novel initially irritating, even more irritating than Eleanore's atheism and superstition in contrast to Sarah's Methodism and religious faith.
These characters' characteristics were brought into conflict not to bring out anything purposeful to the meaning of these women's lives in the end.
In January of 1992, I found the writing vague and stilted, antiquated and clumsy, and the story itself it just an outline of a narrative that wanted fleshing out. This story is the product of seeing someone at such a great distance through the pages of history and legend, the imagination strains for a detailed image.
Still, the ending of the novel was as sweet as anything it attempted to proffer for the reader from its beginnings - when the two lovers were sworn to each other in their hearts while young.
Reading the novel a good ten years later, this reader found the entire novel remarkably touching and sweet, like an engraved old broach with a lovely face on it.